Cento from Laurel Snyder: 8/19/08

She's small & alone,
so you'll turn to your words.

She wants to tell
because it's the easiest;
you'll see what I mean.

She waits. Some birds come
blades of soft grass & a few new bits of clover.

The girl knows how to arrive
in her sleep & the bottle shivered.
Where she looked, almost everywhere,

the answer to the puzzle
was willful, but tired
as the shoulderblades beneath them.