"Husk" by Dana Delibovi

Husk

Was she yellowing? I poured
her water, kept her towels
cracking clean. But between her tubes
her heart fluttered fast, an intricate
machine filled and refilled,
a finch-tail touched and untouched.
Her face was an upturned
sunflower in winter, a faraway
glass oiled by my wet eyes. God
flicked her tiny seed that morning,
picked me for the responsibility to say
it is the hour for stopping.

Dana Delibovi

Dana Delibovi is a poet, essayist, and translator. Her work has appeared in journals that include After the Art, Apple Valley Review, Bluestem, The Confluence, Forum, The Formalist, Linden Avenue, MidRivers Review, Riverside Quarterly, and Zingara Poetry Review. Her poetry traveled the St. Louis Metro as part of the Poetry in Motion Series sponsored by the Poetry Society of America. Delibovi is consulting poetry editor for the e-zine, Witty Partition.

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