A doe forages the imagined grass
Of a borderless distance.
Speech is the tree line of your easy chair—
The tipsy slurring of worlds
AWOL from fixed positions.
A burst of squawking flight leaves an underbrush of talk
And the golden moth in dialogue
With other iridescent field languages
Idles past. Speech is deciduous.
Adriana Socoski is a poet, teacher, and musician. She is a PhD candidate at the University of Denver.
Image: Maan en Grassen, Kamisaka Sekka, c. 1909, courtesy of Rijksmuseum