Illegible cloud
in the wind’s stammer
where your breath crossed me out
in the lake’s spent ash
where the sky’s blot bore
the leaves’ fast float
and your leg against mine
in the little boat’s gasp
where each letter would begin
I have tried to speak clearly
To celebrate National Poetry Month and in appreciation of the many cancelled book launches and tours, we are happy to present an April Celebration: 30 Presses/30 Poets (#ArmchairBookFair). Please join us every day for new poetry from the presses that sustain us.