the egret leaning windward
beak poised for stabbing
shadows in the reeds
*
her eyes: milky panes
between dream and confusion
staring/not staring
*
as a child I thought
sitting rock-still I could
make time stop
*
the pen’s nib hovers
above the line a hummer’s
electric wingbeats
*
the gap between tracks
on a vinyl record—
from What Happens is NeitherFind more by Angela Narciso Torres at the library
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