when my daughter feels good about herself
she radiates a sad sweetness—
a cherry blossom opening
under wind thrashing and uncalm words
she has been here all along
under a mirror black sea
singing clear obsidian—
weeping dark salt
in her sleep
when my daughter feels good about herself
she radiates a sad sweetness—
a cherry blossom opening
under wind thrashing and uncalm words
she has been here all along
under a mirror black sea
singing clear obsidian—
weeping dark salt
in her sleep

Scott Ferry helps our Veterans heal as a RN in the Seattle area. He has two books birthing in 2026: Blood on the Map of Man from Luchador Press and Inheritance of Air with Aakriti Kuntal from Meat For Tea Press. More can be found @ ferrypoetry.com.