Six poems by Marisa Siegel

Updated: Nov 22

Emily & the world


Tedious summer sun

refuses setting,


keeps time —


makes mind

of buzzy bees.


There was bird,

then there wasn’t.


Bird bring night,

plead —


wingspan measured

aloft.


Let bird free only

to know it never was

bird.

Bird is neck, collared

promise —


hand held out

until it can’t.


& how to account

for the bird who’ll sing


after the moon rises?






Dear Emily,


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