Katrina Kaye
never learned to nest
allows feathers to fall
without a thought to
where they may land
I too
am often on the wing
telling stories of lives
I could never take apart
this bird breaks to pieces
part of the puzzle that
wedged creation together
this birdsong
sweet as time
reaches
never touches
where should I hide
if not into myself
“this bird” is previously published on the Weekly Write (2020) and Saturday Salon (2020).
Katrina Kaye
It wasn’t
her perfume.
her kitchen,
a hazy dream,
She cooked with it
sometimes,
her scent,
a comfort,
picked it fresh from the
backyard where
an embrace,
soft needles folded
a giant bushel grew
beside other tiny
easily against skin,
the drizzle of rain,
emerging plants,
sage, basil, thyme.
the essence triggers
a reminder of her face,
On occasion,
after a sweet rain,
a misshaped smile
long after her absence.
the backyard would
fill with the sweet smell.
“Rosemary” was previously published in Rabbits for Luck (2016).
Chasing Rabbits 