Katrina Kaye
Despite the change of pressure in my lungs,
I continue to feel you breathing my air.
We are linked.
You spent too many summers clinging to
the folds of bed skirts to believe your
disappearance is more than mere migration.
The best days of winter are spent in
preparation for the return of spring.
We are well practiced at letting each other go.
We have done it so many times.
Katrina Kaye
Concave and collapse your elements,
readjust the weight balanced between heels,
stand with feet planted firmly,
chin expanded toward the wind.
The sun is rising for you.
Don’t think for one moment these clouds
don’t know your name.
I told them to be expecting you.
They will bring you honeyed tea
and tie the hair from your eyes
if you let them.
Hidden in your layers of flesh and brass
beats a voice screaming sticky syrup.
Let it be heard.
If you need me,
reach with outstretched palm.
I will cross it with silver threads,
best wishes,
hard candy,
good intentions.
I told spring you would be coming,
she already knows the flecked gold in your irises,
and just how to shimmer into them.
The summer sun is eager to meet you.
Introduce yourself.
Let her lighten your hair
with tales of summer.
Soon your hands will no longer reach for me,
but I’m with you and always will be.
“Try” is previously published in September (2014).
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).
Chasing Rabbits 
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