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

Elinor Ann Walker


Don't let me forget to tell you

is how each poem should begin
you can say wait but days
will bow out behind your back

let the heart be like wonder
throwing itself against everything
beating the breastbone, drumming

remember, remember

the river stone in your pocket
from where you found the arrowhead
that day you heard your father

whisper in the stream there
you are full of precious things
suspended, skin-warm, clicked tight

like a locket your heart
is not broken—it's open