"...not caring if she closed on me forever."
More Perihelion:
Bob Sward's Writer's Friendship Series
A quick list to poets featured in this issue:
Unfamiliar
What village, abandoned, what
how will it announce itself?
A light dim in the upper window,
full of words? Years pass, look
around you. This garden,
else, but how
came down once, ordered bees to build
was home. What comes down now?
farmland, a house you move toward,
a baby born open-eyed &
overgrown. This glass box. There must be somewhere
will you recognize it? Archangels
honeycomb in your mouth.
Where you found yourself
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Worker
Clover whispers, each
days in the fields, then our wings
are shot. Day three
mouth wide,
a lacy white corridor, heaven
pulled me deeper, not caring
if she closed on me forever. Don't say
died inside her. _______________________________________________________________
lavender globe. Given these nine
I came upon an orchid, hidden in
a stand of pine, newly opened,
after the gloom of the hive. Stumbling
inside, the scent
our lives are hard. I would have gladly