My lips, made of stars, will open eyes.
Do not fear. I do not pick forgotten flowers
nor mourn years, like apples, rotten on the ground.
Look up, my love, there is no land,
no forest left to burn. We are light and heat,
the lightest dust, knitted into one
Laine Derr holds an MFA from Northern Arizona University, has published interviews with Carl Phillips and Ross Gay and is based in Sedona, AZ.