—Isaac Salazar
My abuela sits in our backyard
After Sara Lupita Olivares
The black makes Pa’s pastureland an archipelago
A hawk moth commits to porchlight’s hint
Losing yourself becomes a kind of camouflage
I make angels in minor water for interruption
Children come over darkness rather than under it
Night takes it slow, legendary promenade
A cow bells & announces itself
Pond, Near
ISAAC SALAZAR is an Austin-born and Houston-based poet. His work has appeared in AGNI, Scavengers Literary Magazine, orangepeel, Cathexis Northwest, and The Acentos Review. He is a graduate student at Rice University.