Don't call it hope or you'll scare it away by Candace Kronen

Don't call it hope or you'll scare it away Candace Kronen Call it window or thread or undone button, call it plump lipsand the slip of a sound, open palm with a single split seedwhispers of paw prints in a blanket of snow, baby hairsand broccoli sprouts, call it half hug of a parenthesis,handprint in the cave, defiant little fiddleheadpushing through the dirt, call it a clearingof the throat, first stroke of a bow, call itAsha call it Violet call it Chekhov’ssmoking gun, call it Holmesianpipe with a fresh tobacco tin,pink streak of aurorasquinting through theclouds, call it leavingspace for a casualcosmic mystery,call it, just call itand don’t closethe door.More from Candace Kronen ↓@candacekronenpoetry on InstagramHer Substack: Stories I'll Tell My DaughterShe is co-editor and publisher of If You Ever: Poems Inspired by Kim AddonizioListen to me read, When I can’t sleep, I Google how the world ends. by Candace on Instagram at @rembrandts.cure