Panhandle by Kimberly Burwick

 

 

We marry and watch for

the kind of fog

we knew back in tobacco fields.

Put the fish in garlic

and curry while the coconut oils

soak into other vegetables.

Surely there is a cathedral rotting

somewhere in a greener rain,

but no red birds and it’s

the red and steaming feathers

you need for the heart to settle into

its untaught center.

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