Alla Prima

As if the world had traced an outline
around itself, in order to remember—

Hoarfrost on every blade of grass,
stippling every twig and leaf—

Distant call of creatures winging
south, lines that veer into the wind—

Luisa A. Igloria
10 31 2011

In response to an entry from The Morning Porch.

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