Two poems by Emily Vizzo • Empty Mirror

riversound / credit: deToward Openness Bound in red fir, the fragrant breath of a Central Valley As they say breadbasket, an open data, Bound in headwaters, the Mokelumne, the San Joaquin. The bottomlands. Eggs from the fairy shrimp deep in the mud waiting for rain. Above a raptor. Below three remnants of a songbird, a…