To a Barn Owl
Mouthless alba-blond. Eyes philosophizing, placid
until. Unruffled blossom-body of a new
feather duster, or a puppet sewn into a lantern-lit
tableau. Freckle breasted. Toasted marshmallow
tattooed. Peerless rafter bastard, unblinking,
removed. Devil-lent totem topper, too wise
to swoop upon Michael's bit-trap
of tail-string. Let's owe each other nothing
if tonight he chokes on France.
Brooklyn Copeland was born in Indianapolis in 1984. She has since
lived in
Florida and throughout
Northern Europe. Her poems have
recently appeared, or will appear, in Burnside Review, blossombones
and
Warbler, among others. Her e-chapbook, The Milk for Free, is
available from Scantily Clad Press. She co-edits Taiga, a new journal
of poetry and translation.