perspective is glass
on a world I neither
occupy nor contain
this red of sky
won’t last the hour
wind finds
in trees
flock of sudden sun bracelet of red breasted blackbirds
rising
as if something loosed in the sky stolen from landscape’s
narrow sleeve
I might clasp around my wrist
recognition
illusory
as it is unrelenting
—"Window (closed) " from Whethering by Rusty Morrison. Copyright © 2004 by Rusty Morrison. Used by permission of the Center for Literary Publishing at Colorado State University.