the
dörr
/ Leea Glasheen
A bird flew
through the moon
this morning
A gull
and then called me
maybe not me
since we haven’t met
yet
maybe
a general
“auauauau”
to all sentientity
– of which I am –
from the heart
or liver or
wherever
the soul
resides
“auauauau”
I call out too
in my heart
or liver or
wherever
my soul
resides,
maybe the bird
a gull
hears
and wonders,
was my
“auauauau”
called out
for her
she flies
again
through the lead-frosted moon
in the powdery blue sky
away
Illustration
Eugenia Loli