No perforation in a bird safe
building. I will smash
against glass if
I’m too absorbed in calculated
thought to see what barricades me
from you. It’s a long way
from our footprints
in the sand.
calculus
Small Stone
Some hot October
afternoon she leaves
you as abruptly as she rediscovered
your appeal. Death
doesn’t placate those of us
in the heat or near miss
lovers under any shape
moon.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 