Blog by Hannah Frank
She came out of the air, a rosebud trampled into the dust of the sky
the bird flew like it walked along an invisible ribbon
Pigeons used to be doves, long ago
I see them sitting on the roof of the steeple
sunning themselves
when they land
Play like a child in the sand building castles and caves and rivers and ribbons swing swords invisible wildly wielding The blood and bones ...