shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Preeti Shah


Tango Class

she took my newborn fingers
her hand a nest
the other etching messages
against the bark of my back

swaying all of my branches
my shoulders      power lines
parallel to hers
this moment

the season of apple picking
my vagrant gaze catching
this crisp mouth of fall

a ritual of language begins
between a rooted tree
and a freed bird flying

body and soul.