I’ve become an outline 
pasted on the moon 

shadow sung by tree frogs, 
collapsing mineshaft 
fantasy in talc 

wind-drenched pauper of stars. 


	~ 


I’ve become an empty 
snakeskin rattle, 
circle of invisible hawks 

trail smirk, sand puppet 

scavenging 
resinous dreams. 


	~ 


I’ve become a rumor 
hidden in parquet 

absence overgrown 

shiver of tissue, 
sky breath 
humming a dirge. 


	~ 


I’ve become a spray 
of dead asters 
holding their shape 

brittle 
afterthought 

in a vase of echoes. 

Cindy Bousquet Harris

is a poet, a licensed marriage and family therapist, and the editor of Spirit Fire Review. Her poetry is found in Nostos, Unlost Journal, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Clamor 2021, Black Bough’s Christmas & Winter Edition, and in several anthologies. Cindy lives in Southern California with her husband and their children.

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⚡ Gunnysack, cherita sequence by Cindy Bousquet Harris, a semi-finalist in MacQ’s Magician Ekphrastic Writing Challenge (Issue 3, May 2020)