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.