it is the sixth of July and i am still
feeling patriotic. and i wonder if this
big old oak has as many leaves as
how many soldiers died so someone
could grow in its privacy.
For it is Vague
i wonder that i left the sink running,
but it is cicadas come to make
wraiths of rain gas that woke me rise
like shades, gray-violet plumes exiting
a childs perfect soul, really cools
it is your usual morning and all, but there
is a new moon, and it is a force you
i blur my eyes on the wall before my bed
and feel nothing clearly. it only lasts a
beat of wings.
Bree is a poet and artist in Pleasureville, KY. She has a forthcoming manuscript from Birds & Bones Press, called I Am Also Invasive (Fall 2016). She is the recipient of an artist enrichment grant from the Kentucky Foundation for Women for 2016.