Florenz was a beautiful and amazing part of my journey with my first and then miraculously my second book with CKP.
What I remember from all the emails and info about her is her passion for her love for poetry, and her passion for her family.
Bird Call, Wave
from Without Wings
Wife, my husband
said. Husband. The ocean
through the shades, motion
and light—the near call
of the bird we had begun to call
the 4 o’clock bird.
Then something else when I opened
my hand and turned
to the window side of the bed
where he had moved,
having drawn the sheet, cold
and welcome, across my shoulders.
Better to hear the waves.
Better the bird’s cry
released the way a spondee’s
struck sound is meant
to be given and given—not sweat
and mouth. Not the orchid
farmed and cut. No sound but the bird
and the sea, and no bird
alone but eye to eye. And then the praise
that was the sea. And then the wings.