2018 / poetry / author
KELLI SIMPSON
robin
…
Sullen and sour-faced robin. So dour it's poetry,
robin. Is it a blue egg you're missing,
robin? I hold half in the palm of my hand.
Do you see, robin? Do you grieve, robin?
Do you hate spring
and its inevitable deaths, robin?
Do you count wings or beaks or worms, robin?
Or the eggshell in the palm of my hand?