The Innisfree Poetry Journal

www.innisfreepoetry.org

by Heidi Hart

Happiness won: for you we walk . . .

the blade’s edge.  Broken

desert trail. For you, this

sandstone flare

and where sun doesn’t

fall, we do—cracked ice. 

Don’t touch what you

love the most.

The child’s balloon

blown free, forever lost . . .  

who is this you . . .

from 'Her Bone Throat: A Ghost Duet with Eugenio Montale's Ossi di seppia'