They Will Sew the Blue Sail

Seek the Whistle | Daniel Woody

for Olivia Cronk

when skin becomes nothing but body built from the fight familiar

the mouth eyes and nose become escape points

for bees who seek the whistle and turn infancy to cloud this of course

allows the mountain to sound the sunrise

and uncovers what tangled each of them in the first place

the syndrome of the iron flower

the pair of shoulders that never could make clean

the river between the trees