Sep 30, 2020
2 min read
A Circling Loss
An original ekphrastic poem
In the mind a dream stirs
Stirs the mist and fog of
Purposeful forgetfulness
Forgetfulness of a lost summer
And a spring besides
Besides the stalks of grassy shoots
The smell of green so newly mown
A moan in sleep as memory comes
Of how I missed a nearby garden
Painstakingly planted in a small earthen square
Squarely lush, and fragrant
With burbling water feature
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