Your words skit
hover flit
don’t quite
sit
across the page
but s m u d g e its surface
leave soft s t a i n s
an iridescent dust from fragile wings
is what remains
elusive worlds evoked and caught
are s l o w l y stroked
and c a r e f u l l y wrought
into s u c h brightness
cobweb light
that I’m left gasping
on the f n
l e i g
u t r
t
breath of flight
—Hilary Mellon