Kaleidoscope Look at a barley loaf through the beveled lens. See it open like a feast of golden flowers slicing into my hunger on a thousand knives. Do it again with a fish. Prismatic acrobat leaping through glass fragments, filling the frame with silver glint. I was never filled before today. Look at our clustered faces, and hands splintering across green grass, giving, taking mirrored baskets, circling round the center where all good gifts meet.
Janice L. Freytag currently resides in Souderton, PA. She began writing poetry after working in post-war Bosnia. Her poems have appeared in Radix, Relief, Saint Katherine Review, Windhover and others. In addition to poetry, she has written four children’s musicals. She is an enthusiastic, though not always successful, gardener.
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