poems for spring or mother’s day or anytime at all

Relentless Light, my poetry chapbook, made its debut last Saturday. www.finishinglinepress.com

Bone Structure

The shape of bones beneath the skin,

white winged clavicle, curve

of metatarsal arch, an alabaster span,

the fine intrigue of hands,

twenty-seven bones, splayed

as the sycamore in winter

against a soft edged sky,

visible as the swell a finger traces

across the apple of a cheek, then lingers

down along the line of jaw,

the frame of bones both intricate and strong

as thoughts beneath the flesh of words.