Box Turtle Jazz I wish I could come back sometime to this spot of woods. After the world recovers from us. When fires blazing punishment have long swept our harm into nothingness. When the box turtles feast on wild strawberries and on the roots of nature’s return. After the last cracks of concrete and remnants of our indifference have decayed to a blessed September timpani. And the saxophone wind blows alto jazz again smooth into the night. When the sassafras trees burst from their sandy loam soil belting Hallelujah through stained glass open sky. Where I could enjoy the tangerine sunrise. Breathe in the quiet. Give an audience to earth’s healing.
Sarah Mackey Kirby grew up in Louisville Kentucky. She is the author of the poetry collection, The Taste of Your Music (Impspired, 2021) Her work has been published in Impspired Magazine, Muddy River Poetry Review,Ploughshares, Third Wednesday Magazine, and elsewhere. Sarah loves to cook and feel summer dirt on her hands. She and her husband split their time between Kentucky and Ohio. https://smkirby.com/
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