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A bare waist dangled from the solemn branch, arms beckoned. The stars showing between those fingers were the first reckless foil: this morning found her hands like paper waiting to be scored. Thrushes shook the eucalyptus leaves beneath the window, landing -- taking flight again. The sidewalk waved its horizontal lines until she didn't care she'd fallen; a loose dog trotted by to nose aside an orange. *** 
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The brightest crest stayed planted by the bench, watching the absence of a later on. Mandy Michno was formerly poetry editor of Hayden's Ferry Review, and has also published poetry in Clackamas Literary Review.  |
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