‘Precarious Migratory Spectacular’ by C. Murray

Stone weighting my palm
has sprung a cathedral

heart jumps
walking in the flesh of its surpassing grace
groin-vaulted and high as

no bird ever escaped to soar this
high-up—
seamless and

there is no blood
no feather
no bone—

stone cannot make the bird.

© C. Murray

3 Comments

  1. The subtle intracacies of rhythm in this poem are mind boggling. My guess is that C. Murray plays an instrument.

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