No wind flows
Through wingspan

No lift
Force

No air-
Foil

Aves find
Themselves

As thrown
Stones

Beaks raking
Earth like plows

To sow dying swan
Songs

*Golden
Seeds*

*Feathered
Prayers*

*Sacred
Supplication*

To germinate and
Grow

And as like Lazarus—rise again—
And go

Keith Hoerner (BS, MFA) lives, teaches, and pushes words around in Southern Illinois, USA. He is frequently featured in lit journals (75+ to date, including decomP, Fiction Kitchen Berlin, and Litro—to name just a few). He is founding editor of the Webby Award recognized Dribble Drabble Review, and his memoir, The Day the Sky Broke Open, is a recent Best Book and American Writing Award Finalist. A collection of short fiction and poetry, entitled Balancing on the Sharp Edges of Crescent Moons, publishes later this year.  

You can find more of Keith’s work here on Ink Pantry.