they will not be delayed

stare down the tick

tock clock

 

or will be extended

graciously

summer’s tufting breath

i opened my hand

 

where are you?

 

come here now and kiss sky

cerulean pale cornflower  whips

of blackbirds

these clouds only wisdom

 

years ago

 

drink with me and dance

jig waltz rondo mazurka polka

adagio or allegro anything

that moves

 

this place is safe

nothing but goodness

can envelop us

my arms are open

 

but quickly  before they aren’t

 

by Heidi A. Howell

Working loosely in the range of experimental/ language/Black Mountain/ NY School traditions, Heidi A. Howell has published poems in online and print literary magazines, including s/word, Psychic Meatloaf, The Eastern Iowa Review, Otoliths, la fovea, What Light, So To Speak: A Feminist Journal of Language and Art, and the Washington Review, which nominated her work for a Pushcart. She holds an MFA from George Mason University, Fairfax, VA.

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