Topsoil marks the outline
of a cardinal who flew across
this valley—skirting ahead
of me like its own suburb;
& I don’t remember what
is written, how it is said,
how you read & hear me,
or how we trim words
from trees to naked mound,
as early loggers here, some
French, say bonjour while
sweating w/saws the size
of six men—when we cut
we ruin what we now wish
we could hold like a poem
uncomfortable w/muscles.
Jan Wiezorek writes and paints in Michigan. The London Magazine, Minetta Review, Talon Review, and The Orchards Poetry Journal, among other publications, have published his poems. He taught writing at St. Augustine College, Chicago, and wrote the ebook Awesome Art Projects That Spark Super Writing (Scholastic, 2011). Jan posts at janwiezorek.substack.com.