Most shocking: Sleepers III by Miles Waggener

On pitched roofs, winter's weight between bricks, sunset leaves gilded
wisps, half the sky a storm, the week's only light--- it seems so

late and halved in the day the visible holds weather that
might only happen to others, never here above yards,

frozen distances unraveling at the skirts of trees
we know are hiding rooms, what some

keeper left, never us we think, a
wind's note working thin

walls, many reed
instruments---

cells where
once bees

were
kept.

How I felt: Sad

Why I choose it: I choose this because

Favorite line: cells where
once bees