By Kathabela Wilson
Pasadena, California, USA
It was a tree, becomes a song, a table, leaf after leaf, opening. We sit around its absence as it floats on memory. Shapeshifter becomes dreamcatcher, an escape hatch, small carved windmills turning very fast. We pull up small stumps polished clean.
congress of earthlings
considering the revival
of green
we fall asleep
in different languages
First Place – Science Fiction Poetry Association’s Dwarf Stars Award, 2018.
First published in the Glass Lyre Press anthology, Carrying the Branch – Poets in Search of Peace.