Epiphyte Parable                                                                                              —Cecily Parks

If ball moss
falls on us
we feel most
at a loss
to explain
why this soft
bomb of sticks
and fine jade
colored fronds
loud with naught
drops to the
ground that has
never not
held us
even as
even so
the moss lets
the tree go
or the tree
lets the moss

Linen Closet Rhyme

Queen sheets, twin sheets, pillows, towels
One girl runs, one girl howls
Bronze brooch, cockroach, encroaching day
Juicy carcass wiped away
With towels first
Clean sheets next
Two girls transform the floor to nest

Cecily Parks

Cecily Parks is the author of the poetry collections Field Folly Snow and O'Nights, and editor of the anthology The Echoing Green: Poems of Fields, Meadows, and Grasses. Her poems appear or are forthcoming in Harvard Review, The New Republic, The New Yorker, and elsewhere.

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