Issue #10

I Think I Could Be Happy There

I think I could be happy there, white-lunged

Stranded islander west

Of the M6, calling birdsong from my memory, apprentice nestbuilder


Sky under sky like wattle

Or swallow-flight controller

Sewing atoms a-pulse with


To live in soil damp with lakewater

Buoyant with song

The unknowable mechanics of the rim of trees

Breathing susurrus, the violent ecology

Of the mountain

Thom Flint

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