Cardinal
The cardinal lost his mate today
I found her dead-perfect on the doorstep
He sat a while in the bare rosebush
Wondering where she’d gone to
I didn’t have the heart to tell him
That love breaks its neck
When it looks for itself
In the mirror
Zoë Etkin is a Memphis based poet and somatic practitioner. She also runs Memphis Poetry Clique, which offers monthly readings, peer groups, and classes. Learn more about her at www.memphissomatichealing.com.
