January 26, 2016

Fragment by Marianne Szlyk

Birdsong breaks through; feathery cracks
shatter the dome of clouds.  
Patches of wan sunlight appear.

Birds flit from stunted tree
to stunted tree, from stone
to stone, searching for seeds 

and sunlight, just as they’d
flit in the real forest
miles from this city park.

Marianne Szlyk is a professor at Montgomery College and the editor of The Song Is...  Recently, she published her second chapbook, I Dream of Empathy, with Flutter Press.  Her first (Listening to Electric Cambodia, Looking Up at Trees of Heaven) was published by Kind of a Hurricane Press.   

1 comment:

  1. Thank you Marianne. Perhaps the birds came through the wan sunshine for your birthday. I enjoyed your poem very much.