Jenna Cardinale

A Ruined Shape

A small square
of weather beams
through the skylight.

    I don’t know what
    I lost, so it’s fine.

Bush bursting
through the wrought-
iron fence.

    At least the acknowledgment of
    the bad joke earns
    some smile.

A hug of garden.

A sighting of the color of
the speculum for a second.