Meredith Weiers, 7/12

Evolving Into Earth People
Wordless, we cross
St. Thomas Bog.
Wind scatters
grounded leaves
to find its teeth.
Will you remember?
Water lilies fall
open and tadpoles
inhale a new
alphabet. It is
the day before
our last storm.
Advice After a Brother from Another Mother Dies
Talk to me
about excavation and fill
dirt. Tell me where
to plant the pale
point out the sun.
Twilight Zone
Oh, fruit-bitten
this star, this castle
at last
finds its night.
Promote. Poetry.
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