what stoked the silence
that ruptured the lock
whispering, incendiary,
feelings that sliding through
fused the pack of flat-levers
rendering the hapless door wide?
sere emotion that in quick time
let loose the wild, the furred,
the feathered and the scaled
to enjoin their flight, as the door
free in all but one latitude
let loose the wild, the furred,
the feathered and the scaled
to enjoin their flight, as the door
free in all but one latitude
sings on its hinges to the open air...
lucy meskill
photo credit: judith meskill
