“Guardian” — C.Birde, 11/17
Head full of ciphers,
fist full of stars,
she hears
the unsaid,
speaks
with a cynic’s
tongue.
Elbows sharp’d
against all storms;
her shoulder’s chip
maintains its buff
and shine.
Burr of flesh,
angled thought, or
heart’s constriction –
real,
perceived;
We understand
each other.
Her shadow
ascends,
extends –
I stand
in the
light.
— C.Birde
