Emily as I Prepare The Meal-Kit Pork Carnitas Bowl by Darren C. Demaree

There is an owl / that visits the / that visits the dying / tree that fell

September 6, 2020

Reading Time: 1 Minutes

There is an owl
that visits the dying
tree that fell

onto our backyard
shed. It arrives
as a blessing

I assume. I see it
through the kitchen
window sometimes.

I’ve set off
the smoke alarm
while I watch it

in tears from jalapeno
& the crushing idea
that this world

is a burnt place now.
There are still tools
in that shed.

I don’t want to touch
metal anymore.
I’ve offered my eyes
to that owl,
but I’m to see all
of this

& to keep feeding
the children.
Freedom requires

many witnesses.

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