Thursday, June 02, 2016

A Hundred Gourds, Issue 5:2, March 2016

my chest
fills with dried leaves
that rustle
each time I try
to say your name

a carpet
of floating cranberries
these jewels
in the bog's ruby crown
riches enough for me

such brightness
beyond this wooded path
the clarion notes
of indigo buntings
singing down the sky

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