Lifeline

Ink spills the thread, spreading

Staining,      

                                   lineage.

I could blink

and it would be gone

Hear that

clear ringing? A tone crisp enough

to pierce the film that keeps us clean in-

side. Birds call, but not like this. In

body ready

to move, to pounce

an eye on the lines, the trace of my soul

Look into it, reading my mind.

Where did the summer go and why did it lie

By telling the minty taste to turn sour?