Dispersal
a symposium of seeds
climbs on the gusts
shaking the cypresses
and satellite dishes,
land to be flattened
by a work boot.
skitter, sciurine,
to a patch of dirt. it is hard
to admit rancor.
to decide whether
we want to be noticed.
to expose our skin
to the detritus the wind carries.
to bear its sharp breath.
to heed the trochees of the window
knocking against
its own frame, saying:
enter, enter, enter.
[…] to Elizabeth Galoozis, whose poem “Dispersal” appeared in Sweet: A Literary […]