When Shorebirds

crouch into the nest, itís a sign that somewhere womanhood has arrived for a small, unsuspecting girl. This is the world that lives in us  /  the sense of dread that any moment could be final. / Land of silver dollars held under the tongue / land of grief & release, nets full of fathers dredged from the sea, shores of girls left forever infant.    Newly wild, they adapt, learn from the sandpiper / run instead of taking flight.


Karissa Morton is originally from Iowa, & currently lives in Texas.  Her poems have recently appeared in The Indiana Review, Guernica, The Paris-American, Crab Orchard Review, & Sonora Review, among other places.