From it and was anew at that time

What if I was
sleeping as you came
and I pushed and the birds
appeared. How they were strong
on the line
was salivating it appealed to me.
I thought of dusk.
However high
I appear to ride and moreover
the way the flakes rise
disarms me. As I stood
in a field it rose to yield me. All
the beliefs. You
on the road with the moon
by your side. The moon—how beautiful things had turned out.

Copyright © 2004 Genevieve Kaplan All rights reserved
from Northwest Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission