Karen Kevorkian: Willow and Pecan, Hackberry and Huisache

Not a language of grief
the well rehearsed green chorus
bends to one side. A sleek blackbird erupts.

Somewhere
a chainsaw. Somewhere
a leaf blower. Somewhere

a clock ticks in a room
where doves query one-two
and three hah hah over there
collect
a pear go comb
your hair go say
a prayer oh don’t
be scared opulent

pink flames at the window
western sky graying

shadow wants the streets

still body on the bed. Dove lusters
Go now. Go.

Oh oh oh from the trees.



Karen Kevorkian