in the purple-stemmed
jungle of pokeweed
last year’s skeletons
goldenrod meadow
forty acres and a wren
the somewhere else
that is also here
ridge after ridge
too big to hide
the spider draws in her legs
and turns to gemstone
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Love this, Dave. Glad to have you back in PA.
Thanks, Sarah. It’s good to be back (though also hard to be apart from my partner).