Photo-finish

We rearrange strange the rubble to let a forest through
We, pernicious, pretty and star-crossed, let sap
Rise through limbs and perfect wings hovering
In silent sonic scape catch breath
Before it is trapped, scurried imaginations unheard
By penthouses—windows
Dissolve into warm and luscious secretion
To let falcons and waterbirds fly-through, cry calm victory.

Source: Poetry (March 2020)