Poem of the Week #9

This week I've been thinking a lot about brevity and its benefits. I wish I were better at being brief. I seem to be one of those people who ramble on and on. With that in mind, I kept rereading Asbestos by Alexandra Umlas.  I think it tells a whole tragedy in three short stanzas.



When she first saw the nest, my grandma thought the spackled twigs were assembled by wasps. She thought we should torch it or tear it down. She didn't know the swallows had been flying home for years. Every spring they'd come to the porch. Sit in the nest. Hatch new eggs. Baby birds ugly and … Continue reading Swallows