Windowpane
and bird collide.
It’s not quite that
particular thud.
More a rock
hitting mud.
More your gaze
shifting past my love.
Kelli Logan Rush lives in Winston-Salem, N.C., where she used to write for the tobacco industry and now writes for the love of it. Her poetry credits include the Southern Poetry Review, America and the Connecticut River Review. She won the 2026 American Heritage Award from the N.C. Poetry Society.
