You are my lucky star.
My unmothered bird,
dropped from the sky
like a millstone.
If you outlive the fall,
crawl from your crater
like the second coming,
like the swell of new growth
after fire: just briars and briars
and briars.
Credit
Copyright © 2019 Lindsay Lusby. Used with permission of the author. This poem originally appeared in The Cincinnati Review, Winter 2019.
Author
Lindsay Lusby
Lindsay Lusby is the author of Catechesis: a postpastoral (University of Utah Press, 2019), winner of the 2018 Agha Shahid Ali Poetry Prize. Lusby is assistant director of the Rose O’Neill Literary House at Washington College, where she serves as assistant editor for the Literary House Press and managing editor for Cherry Tree.
Date Published
02/01/2019