Looking Across the Fields and Watching the Birds Fly
July 6, 2023Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour
July 6, 2023In The Carolinas
The lilacs wither in the Carolinas.
Already the butterflies flutter above the cabins.
Already the new-born children interpret love
In the voices of mothers.
Timeless mothers,
How is it that your aspic nipples
For once vent honey?
The pine-tree sweetens my body
The white iris beautifies me.