In the Solid Ground

[folded_wings]

"In the Solid Ground"

i rinse the glasses
one by one and stacking them
i mistake their sheen for spring which,
enter the ladybug onto the spoons,
is hurtful patient

air clung to my revelation
books gathered dust and bones lay
unmoving
in the solid ground

i knew this was where to find you,
emptying the orange juice with a swallow
the crystals of frost forming a lattice on the fencepost hold
that picture

i whispered

a sparrow drawn into the silence.