Wild pink stain upon the ledge. Rose or thistle?
One spoked as a sea urchin, sharp as hat pins
beneath the velvet bloom, the other soft, like soap.
Is it calm or only newly quiet here? Afternoons,
clouds move in to muffle the twanging bird calls,
and the asphalt melts into a vague if mirrored lake.
I find myself hot-footed, perched, dazed.
I am somehow less aware
Katherine Fallon received her MFA from Sarah Lawrence College. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Meridian, Passages North, Permafrost, Colorado Review, and Foundry, among others. Her chapbook, The Toothmakers' Daughters, is available through Finishing Line Press. She teaches in the Department of Writing & Linguistics at Georgia Southern University, and shares domestic square footage with two cats and her favorite human, who helps her zip her dresses.