Poetry

Climbing the pasture, I lowered my head

by Paula Bohince in the July 11, 2006 issue

Through lashes,
saw the weave of the crocus
blowing backwards, and in this motion
recognized my life,
the full sadness of existence,
but wanted it still:
the earth and its sugars, these days
like a bridge I could cross.

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