Accidental Birds by Deborah Howard

One Poem Only · Sep 5, 2025 · 2m

Accidental Birds Deborah Howard Let’s meet beyond the ticking of clockswhere the river flows over smooth stoneand wildflowers lace the muddy banks.I will come over the stone wall,knees bloodied from scrambling across sharp-tongued granite.You will walk out of the forest,a canoe hefted on your shoulders,past deer silent on fallen leaves,smelling of rot and redemption.There will be a vagueness to your face,no more than a trick of light.You will not remember the snow that fell in oceanic driftsoutside the window where your bed was moored,the small hurts or the lastwhen everything went on as if…