Even Wheels Have Edges

Winter tricks you into thinking
it’s the only certainty. Yesterday:
stark. Tomorrow: cold and gray.
Transformation? No such thing.
Sometimes branches writhe and wring
out a gleam, then hush, as if to unsay
it. You wonder if it’s possible

to change. Then, one morning, wings.
How ridiculous. Flower snouts essay
upward, unfold, and babble away
their scent and softness, unstinting.
You wonder if it’s possible.

Lesley Wheeler

Lesley Wheeler

Lesley Wheeler’s poetry collection The State She’s In and her novel Unbecoming will be published in the spring of 2020. Her work appears in Ecotone, Crab Orchard Review, The Common, and other magazines, and she is Poetry Editor of Shenandoah.
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Lesley Wheeler’s poetry collection The State She’s In and her novel Unbecoming will be published in the spring of 2020. Her work appears in Ecotone, Crab Orchard Review, The Common, and other magazines, and she is Poetry Editor of Shenandoah.