The First of May

Written by Emma Liverseed

Photography by Noah Laroia-Nguyen 

& I can’t stop thinkingabout the treetops,branches stamped across the skylike sea fan coral,softer than the barbedboughs of April,criss-crossed & inescapable,how we were numbed by winter, embalmed in snow& as the ground unthawsI wonder if the seasons tumble into each other like people on a subway,making just enough roomto let the other in, accidental, unpredictable, wandering footsteps, catching the cloudson their heels.