New poetry by Ellen Goldsmith: "The Unexpected" and "Song Of Another"

cabildoquarterly:

The Unexpected

Cherries hold
their pits
in defiance

Tulips
are saddest
before they bloom

Like butter
that softens in the sun
and spoils

the heart not listening
for the unexpected
wilts

Song of Another

On the days when I am not myself, I am
my aching face, my injured foot, my swollen…