Monday, April 16, 2018

Cattails, April 2018

dust plumes . . .
wild mustangs spar
with the moon

broken mirror . . .
still not as pretty
as my sister

rusty hinge
her first greeting
after surgery

it was
as if she were
a butterfly
the way words flew
from her open hands

the cyclical
nature of our lives
this year
we are rabbits
next year, lynx

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