// Genus Sayornis

A Poem by Connor Wolfe

I brought blackberries
to feed you—
one
by
one.

After you left,
they tangled into thickets,
wild on the ’stead,
spoiled
in the summer sun—
one
by
one.

Cutting them back,
bloodied by brambles,
the birds cried your name.

//  Genus Sayornis