Amen
Birds sing as blood
through fractured veins (/branches
crack; a porcelain sky).
January, yet
a sudden warm; explosive
and technicolour; a nostalgia
for the Summer I daily
cycled to you.
(Dot-to-dot through earblud
melody and blue.)
A girl laughs with me as
we thin-legged cross
the breathless street.
Her eyes crease like asters
and she holds her mouth,
giggles honey-dribble through
her fingers and I am
in love with the day.
Tiny birds stream over roofs
above me – like a glass vase
shattering. The later air sighs
with snow.
© Madeleine, 9 months ago
