Fall 2020, Volume 29

Poetry by George Bishop

Sketch of Bones

Another morning inches over
the remains of a small bird,

its tiny skull and sketch of bones
blown under a bus stop bench.

It's feathers refuse to forget as
they drift, try to pilot away

what's left of instinct and escape.
A row of bare branches hang

like a knotless net above this
open grave as morning passes

cold and prayerless. I'm thinking
the bus is late, who first noticed

the clock on the bank stopped, how
time chooses when and where to fly.




BIO: George Bishop's work has appeared in The Carolina Quarterly, Flare and Cold Mountain Review. Bishop won the 2013 Peter Meinke Prize at YellowJacket Press for his chapbook, Following Myself Home and his second full length collection, One Dance was published by FutureCycle Press. He attended Rutgers University and now lives and writes in Crescent City Florida.