Parentheses
Will Cordeiro
(A flock of blackbirds escapes
through a hidden door
conjured by the dusk-lit figures
a river scribbles; a young fox
snouts in glowing mushrooms.
Spiderwebs catch moonlight.
Each twig on the understory
glistens like the match-struck
contours of a gaunt face.
The wind worries a nest,
and you listen. You listen
to leaf-rot’s mother tongue.
You stumble on a deer skull
stuck in duff and humus,
its eye-sockets quickened
by two fireflies.) Hieroglyphs.