We are hunting the graveyards and
Practicing fly-casting off of the roof at 4am
It must be summer
I paint the symbols on my feet
Study the evolution of bats and
21st century poetry of the 600 block of Chenery
Oh child
I braid you into my hair most days
And I’m the only one who can read you there
But then
We are descended from the symbolic dead and
I’m becoming the old woman out of those stories
If not as quickly as I’d hoped
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Kim Shuck loves fiddling with words and puzzles and stones. Shuck served as the 7th Poet Laureate of San Francisco and is still recovering. Her latest book is Pick a Garnet to Sleep In.
