VINYL POETRY

Volume 8, August 2013

BIRDIE
Jay DeshpandeView Contributor’s Note

Tracing

I know what it was:
your body stretched before me like a fence
keeping its shiver and creak, something incredible
as if the forest I grew up beside but could never touch were,
when I blow cool air over my memory, stippled
with fine hairs that stand on end
in a shock of pine.