Hannah Mae Miller
Hannah Mae Miller is a Wisconsin-based poet and shepherd. Her days are spent raising sheep and thinking about the perfect bike ride. Her work has previously appeared in Dirt Child. Find her on instagram @divine_ranch_ .
Morning love poem
Dreamt last night that all the
chickens got loose
from the garage and ran
through suburban yards
looking for feed.
We tried to grab them but
could not reach and we laid
down on green summer lawns
to make snow angels.
Why the chickens were in the
garage and why we need one
another so fiercely, I do not
know.
I listen for the sound of your
voice. The owls
Communicate across
cottonwood branches. I’ll be
an owl for you, swiveling on a
body tufted and soft.
Whatever this love needs,
surreal, imagined, intangible as
it may be, I’d like to turn that
color.
I’d like to cross the long bridge
to your home. I hear you
yelling marco and I am
screaming polo, arms
outstretched.
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