Susannah Lodge-Rigal
Again, the sun breaks itself on high branches on high branches the world-over The oak-full woods appear Without warning cowbirds prick the blue until they too are sewn to the smalling distant I slow around sad at my own surprise Pretend every gone thing singing still—pretend this is how I learn to be Memory makes a you & if you stay let us be softer with each other I remember you quieted through Indiana woods to look—the birds look—their blue- deep sending—their long- meant empty No matter my trying the wanting’s bent—again, we’ll sing the air the air
SUSANNAH LODGE-RIGAL is an MFA candidate at Colorado State University, where she serves as the graduate advisor for the Greyrock Review. Her poems have appeared previously in Colorado Review, Timber, and elsewhere.
