"Written on Our 18th Wedding Anniversary" by Noelle Kocot

Silence, suspicion, a zig zag in the air.Holstered through toughness, a silhouette,A shaft of sunlight.  The polar bears canCry their entire lives.  A wild bassoonIn the blue custodies of a marsh.  WeHave thirsted together in our unison.What will perforate deeply will also recallThe bitter taxidermy of the flipped outRainfalls.  How often I step between yourAnswers.  What was built to drown acrossTraces with no competition.  Of self--Purity—what witness, and where shouldI go?  Our lips have been kissing foreverNow.  Winter is too easily lockedInside the head.  Let me have a circularAir, and I will give you the disappearing trees.Photo: daltopp