cora finch / 2 POEMs
coral
The first touch of light
after one too many months. Blushed deep
when you slid into my thoughtscape
a spiral of sun scaling
the blackened windowpane.
I was heartsore. The stuff of bitter
rubies and skinned autumn glory.
You were golden. Softened
the blow of endless winter
with talk of cedar and daffodils
and lemonade. Poured
like honey. So sweet, I forgot
how dangerous it is
when red touches
yellow.
subir
June birds are soft and forgiving. Gales charm us into nightly submission.
We envy their murmurations, plump
as clouds, troubling as sunrise.
This is an optical illusion.
A bending of light.
A window flung open to a moment
impossible to contain. What if
the sky and her sea are a daily reckoning? Mirror glimpses into the past
tense of a future we never had. What if
certain colors appear closer than they are?
Can we stare into the blue until we forget
we are made of bones?
Will we sink?
Will we float?
What if-
We soar...