We watched the crows that season,
\nlonely for a little bit of providence.
\nThe heat often dried dozens of worms
\non the carport like thin charcoal syllabary.<\/p>\n
In the gutter, we found a bird\u2019s nest,
\npine needles thatched with jute.
\nThe eggs black speckled, mint.
\nWe spared them. It\u2019s not the same,<\/p>\n
but the next morning, we cracked farm eggs
\nto fry, yolks colored almost like clementines.
\nWas there an augury for your sister hitching
\na ride with that guy before the summer rains?<\/p>\n
In Maine, she raked blueberries,
\nwhich she showed us after she returned home
\nwith a daughter. The berry skin seemed frosted
\nand puckered into a star, the calyx.<\/p>\n
She had stories of wheat like golden feathers,
\nan island of rock fogged and slick with seals.
\nIn a month, she settled at the sawmill,
\nworking long days as a tender.<\/p>\n
Her daughter would often swim in the river,
\na gliding cut to the shore. A couple had drowned
\nthere one spring. Pollen, if you let it,
\nwill turn a car\u2019s hood to a yellowish fur.<\/p>\n
Your sister walked everywhere but would never
\nleave again. And we saw her one evening,
\nstaring. High in the branches a sheet
\nhad blown like a flag or snow.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
We watched the crows that season, lonely for a little bit of providence. The heat often dried dozens of worms on the carport like thin charcoal syllabary. In the gutter, we found a bird\u2019s nest, pine needles thatched with jute. The eggs black speckled, mint. We spared them. It\u2019s not the same, but the next […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2292,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[79],"tags":[25],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s6Jypy-jeremy","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18728"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2292"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18728"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18728\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18732,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18728\/revisions\/18732"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18728"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18728"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wp0.vanderbilt.edu\/nashvillereview\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18728"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}