Every Creature Sincere
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

Moonlight through the shifted slat in the roof
of the barn catches the face of the new-born calf.
The old woman has the smell of butter on her hands.
The shadow of the house leapt away into the woods.
The common lot of us all—the wind visiting your hair
when you step outside the door—every creature
sincere. Pay attention to the dust leaving the world behind.