Elementary by Kristin Garth


My first memories, breathing air, are hands

upon me everywhere — in hollows I

don’t know are mine. Kittenish ribs expand

while I turn off my mind, a duck pond sky


with feathered clouds. The wind inside

tight eardrums loud as what is squawking for

more Sunbeam bread, an empty bag beside

a freckled head laid on cedar before


a hungry flock. Side-eyed witnesses to

a soul outlined in chalk, spread on old planks,

a secret pier. After fires, he brings you

here to decompress with some beers. Make blank


the afternoons in an elementary mind

before winged beasts, a ring of trees behind.


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Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Best of the Net & Rhysling nominated sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked journals like Glass, Yes, Five:2:One, Luna Luna and more. She is the author of fourteen books of poetry. Follow her on Twitter:  (@lolaandjolie) and her website http://kristingarth.com