what shall we do nest year?
for Sarah St Vincent Welch
when every month’s of
Sundays
and all the moons are
blue
a peach blossom wild
creek
tangle with ferns
we will live in a
typographical error
and go to press that
way
chorus of twig and leaf
to prove
the birds beginning
Spring
I really like this feast of imagery. I love plants and words, so seeing them dance together (weaved together) in your poem is a delight.
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ReplyDeleteAh - nest year ... the thought of it
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