A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
3 a.m.: Startled again in the mirror by my huge head.
All my prayers have been answered
by one breath following another.
Light passes through the last leaves
as through a girl’s thin summer blouse.
The weight of words arranged
like a naked woman sleeping.
First the winds then the ballet.
Copyright 2018 Louie Skipper. From The Work Ethic of the Common Fly (Settlement House, 2018)