Monthly Archives: May 2018

The May Moon

Against the sky the other morning, Above birds rehearsing endlessly, The moon was pale: the ball of a thumb The weight of everything pressed upon.

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When A Southwest Wind Stirs Magnolia Petals

So. We never did walk together in A cool May’s sweet and inky scent Whispering from white blossoms And now under Iowa soil you have Neither voice nor thought. You have no Knowledge of how spring pulls all This colour … Continue reading

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