Rising Above: A Poem of Spring

by

  

She admits them
but 
opens no liquor 

Three years they’ve
been 
digging her grave 

Now her thoughts are
thunder and rain 

Their heads are old
snags in her river 

She rises above
and floats free 

She rides her white
waters to the sea

 

First published in Cottonwood (formerly Cottonwood Review).

 

OOB Sky

Old Orchard Beach Sky – photo by Vera Lisa Smetzer

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