November 5, 2024

Memorial Day

Memorial Day
I face solar panels into the sun.

The smell of burnt grass comforts.

You refuse Earl Grey, then lunch.

When we’re alone I feel edges.

 

The smell of burnt grass comforts.

You listen to Pema Chödrön.

When we’re alone I feel edges.

Your feet go hard on the maple.

 

You listen to Pema Chödrön.

The over-exposed sky allows jets.

Your feet go hard on the maple.

Birds flock the feeder after I fill it.

 

Sunflower seeds scatter the ground.

You refuse Earl Grey, then lunch.

Pema discusses the seeds of doubt.

I face solar panels into the sun.

 

 

 

2 Comments on Memorial Day

  1. hi emma, this is kirby wright, thank you so much for your generous comment.

    i have some other work in the uk now, such as un. of chester’s FLASH Magazine and also Sein und Werden Magazine out of Manchester.

    thanks again!

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