Words by Ayden Duchovnay SC ’28
Graphic by Blue Byrnes PZ ’27
Two birds left luck
For Lucy, yesterday
Just beside her favorite elm
All at once she felt
As if the roots had willed
A bridge, between
The trees and the worms and
From the edge of her
Outstretched hand
She sees now
Alida wears eight rings, each one
An overgrown summer, but still
She goes back to
That silver place
Where they changed the word for God
Each night it alters
My friends, they
Drift/nest/hover
–Their God has beaks and feathers.
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