Cedar Waxwings, Pyracantha

by Lehua M. Taitano

from A Queer Ornithology

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Once,    a shrub implored me to press

my ear to the earth

and   listen to its thrumming


It stretched toward a future

self and glimpsed my intention, 

the sickle

arc of my eye.

I grasped, pricked my finger

on an archetype.

 Most stories will say

let the blade  ring


Ask the once shuddering limbs gone


with winter rain.

Times I am history   dumb,


an ancestor surfaces like a red glistening


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Otherwise a cat

will  appear from back of the shed, 

mewl once and mist away. 


Next autumn— sprawl.


Branches blaze laden splay

beyond the wall, 

clusters bobbing.


pinion me a story.

Well,    says one.


Writer’s BIO:

Lehua M. Taitano is a queer Chamoru writer and interdisciplinary artist from Yigu, Guåhan (Guam) and co-founder of Art 25. She is the author of two volumes of poetry—Inside Me an Island (WordTech Editions) and A Bell Made of Stones (TinFish Press). Her chapbook, appalachiapacific, won the Merriam-Frontier Award for short fiction. She has two recent chapbooks of poetry and visual art: Sonoma (Dropleaf Press) and Capacity (a Hawai’i Review e-chap).