2012 National Finalist
you sat with your ivory pillar arms folded
and a gray saucer growing larger in the mind.
it beat, it beat into the running creek, it beat, it leaped
through summer romances, it seeped
to the blood stain on the kitchen floor
when a cardinal trapped itself in while
your family was on its Newport vacation.
the waves bitter, then salty, then crystallized
on golden thighs, perhaps, you thought,
by understanding this one stone, or the
fullness of the word “mussel” and “ring”
and “dolphin” and “jewel”,
the entire storyline would come,
the entire storyline would come and throw
every gray saucer into the deep.
Cathy Guo, age 15