By Victoria Crawford

Milkweed branch suspended,

wet wings uncurl to signal

visible chant of cymbals

beat with runes encrypted.

Nuance  baffles

phonetic delivery.

Delicate stretch under sun

seasoning, salting vellum damp

to parchment that cues

message rhythms, cracks and curves,

waved in wild calligraphy,

blackletter skin engraved.

Purposeful definition arises

in wild words soaring 

beyond vision, a mystery

glimpsed, unreadable.

California poet, Victoria Crawford currently lives and writes in Chiang Mai, Thailand often writing about the country’s ecology and nature.  Her poems have appeared in places such as Postcard Poems and Prose, Hawaii Pacific Review, Canary, Windfall and some anthologies.

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