RAVENS

 

stones skip

on face         of my twin –

 

he breaks       is put back

a flat circle     the light is

hanging        stars sit

a thread        breaks:

 

ravens           idiom of

grief              i cannot

find them        a home

can’t connect  them to another

constellation

above a city   there is no thing

to echo          in celestial

winking, how could i forget –

 

how many times

have stars sat

under sleet     winking.

 Benjamin Socolofsky