Seasons in the Corners

A Happy Mom’s Day to anyone out there who’s ever had a mother, or who’s needed one.

four elemental seasons stormin’
in four corners of this
wobbly room,

summer sunburst licks at icy sticks
til they drip into pools of
spring’s floating

once stirred ’round, rise
from beds at dawn as
ripe bouquet of

the more i poke this brain
the more it shrinks in any photo
i heap upon the pyre, and i’m
payin’ more blood with
turnover of each

and flashlight’s been
drained of its
raw power.



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