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

roots. 

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

  true.



Ask the once shuddering limbs gone

brown

with winter rain.



Times I am history   dumb,

`

an ancestor surfaces like a red glistening

  droplet. 

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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.


  Waxwings,

pinion me a story.



Well,    says one.


Listen.


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).