dawn comes/ imposing its possibility

Eleanor Gray

dawn comes
imposing its possibility    

and limits

the incongruities of hunt
and harvest

as we catch an offhand

of the hunter’s lined pelts
soft as her hands

/ forgive me

lifting above
the marshes,

a heron,
beyond the remedy
of words

through the burgeoning
indifference of
all things

/ like
  how you do not belong
to me/

dawn finds her field
          all about her hands

abundant with a profusion
of dogwood and wildflowers

xanthic and

and we find ourselves at the
mercy // of each other
to be seen

so belfry tolls bright this day
and its holy bleeding,

a broken siren calling
as faithful as the wind

—that I am yours,

Eleanor Gray lives in California with her partner and cat, Puck.

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