Poems

Heretofore Unuttered

By Nicole Sealey

As if god, despite his compulsions, were decent
and hadn't the tendency to throw off
all appearance of decorum, here I am
admiring this single violet orchid.
How lucky am I to go unnoticed
or so I imagine, when, at this writing,
there is a red-tailed hawk, somewhere,
tracking the soft shrills of newborn songbirds—?




Poem originally appeared in No Tokens. All rights reserved. Reprinted with the permission of the author.