Haley Wooning
night like a crow
settling her dark garments
my heart is a black rain
of feathers, I inherit nothing but
this heather, time’s hewn-wing
and the death-smell
of stars, yellow in the heavens
too far, too far
to know memory by
somewhere, love’s fool weeps
alone – I know that sound, have
faded among those tresses but
I am none the wiser
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Haley Wooning lives in California where she writes poetry. She has one book, Mothmouth, published by Spuyten Duyvil.