… my daughter and the girls in ballet-
costume pretend to fly in loops
around the red recital floor, believing
their outstretched arms make wings,
and with faces ready for takeoff,
they uplift in possibility.
–from “Searching the Skyline”
How did you end in a river, his boxers for trunks,
your skin for a bathing suit, the pitch
of your voices and the waves echoing a boned-
hollow of the absent music, laced
with regret.
–from “River Pitch”
