Nothing is lost in nature
Chicks in the pipe overhead, April. I deliver
This is as bad news. Every spring they come and say what they have to say.
Later, swinging the legs of a friend’s son over my own, his back to my chest
Threading my thumb through the throat of a fish—
My body put to use.
All month the flowers of the trees felled themselves
Into the streets, pink and white. I was late
coming back, standing there on the steps, listening.
by Stephanie Glazier
Stephanie Glazier’s poems appear or are forthcoming in the Iraq Literary Review, Alaska Quarterly Review, The Fourth River and others. She has been a Lambda Fellow in poetry and holds an MFA from Antioch University LA. Her reviews can be read at Lambda Literary. She lives and works in Portland, Oregon. She is learning Hebrew. Poem-a-Day was Glazier’s idea and it continues to have staying power six years after she proposed it.