Glass Poetry Press

Volume Six Issue Two

Athena Nilssen


1. What do you do as the night comes and it grows darker, is it welcomed like an old friend, do you recognize the night as familiar, as happened before, as will happen again. Or is every night like a new tree? 2. Cardinal of the body, like a fresh cut you are bleeding. Cardinal jugend, your red tubes opened in the snow, a heart like heat all full, the leaves like grandeur. The trees like angels.