Why Emerald fingers interlace as chipper breezes snatch sunlight. I’m an infant seeking absolution for unknown needs. Swaddle me in certain serenity. You call me to this place, whisper in my ear, stake my heart with its branches. This creek flows through my veins, clay, marrow in my bones, shapes me from shards of possibilities. When rain no longer replenishes, the sun a blackhole and stars fall like tears over a bitter harvest, I will return, this place will claim what is left of me and I will learn —why
Barry Lewis was previously published in Hot Poet Equinox Spring 2023. He has published two fiction novels; The Wyoming Adventure and What’s Dragon You Down?
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