Poetry: Riddle

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Maniola / Shutterstock 

what do you call
a skeleton
unburied, performing

a slow dance
in the wind,
limbs akimbo?

what can clothe
its own
nakedness

in misty scarves
of fluorescent
green?

what do you call a shelf
for sparrows, a ladder
for squirrels?

what can you
hang a swing from or
even a body?

This appears in the November 2015 issue of Sojourners