Growth, Liatris Hethcoat
The nests I see are not so high above
my head as they had once been on this track.
And now my hands can fit inside the gloves
you wore when walking down this cul-de-sac.
These twisted twigs would leave me freshly scraped
were I to wrap my hands around the birds’
abandoned homes. Instead, I leave them draped
amongst the branches waiting for new wards.
The air moves slowly down the quiet street
leisurely toying with the fallen leaves
that spill across the chalky white concrete.
But still I long for times when shedding trees
would climb so far above the place we’d sit
and hands of mine wore gloves that didn’t fit.
About the Author
Elizabeth MacLeod · University of Cincinnati
Elizabeth MacLeod studies Creative Writing at the University of Cincinnati. “Nest” first appeared in Short Vine.
About the Artist
Liatris Hethcoat · Chapman University
“Growth” first appeared in Calliope.