LISA WAMSLEY

FLY

the cool
against my shins
kissed again
and again
by the river

threads of
mourning follow
the current
green
beyond me

tied and ready
bubble line
start the steady
sway and switch
hypnotic catch

and release
and release

kingfishers
wood thrush
mending, mending
rainbows

in shadow
wild iris
run the banks
preach to
long grasses

black dragonflies
grounded
deep
in the day
muck feet
flying heart