Pluck

 

Comes from a long line

of thieves     steals moments

sun warm on her back     takes

 

her own time     Whole days

plundered in pursuit of nothing much   

Air circles     fluff and feathers float

 

Cadged hours     overdue     returned    

wrinkled   smudged   torn

 

Dust up     bandit bounds

through the tall grass     she’s lifted

the shadow from the sundial

 

“Pluck” first appeared in First Literary Review-East

“Spring” first appeared in Otoliths