Undone Parade by M. Drew Williams

We often sigh in unison.

We can’t decide how 

to mourn springtime. 

You say: let’s sculpt a clock 

out of mist. You say: 

let’s invent a sunlit delusion

that doubles as a keepsake.

You say: let’s die more diligently.

My mind is always amused 

by its own simplicity. I say:

in the time it takes you to unwind 

this ball of blue yarn,

tell me a fact about the May sky

you alone could know.

M. Drew Williams is from Upstate New York. His poetry has appeared in publications such as Baltimore Review, Harpur Palate, and Hobart. He holds an MFA from Creighton University. He is currently pursuing his PhD in English at Oklahoma State University.

19 September 2022