what shall we do nest year?

 

what shall we do nest year?

for Sarah St Vincent Welch

 

when every month’s of Sundays

and all the moons are blue

 

a peach blossom wild creek

tangle with ferns

 

we will live in a typographical error

and go to press that way

 

chorus of twig and leaf to prove

the birds beginning Spring  

3 thoughts on “what shall we do nest year?”

  1. Magaly Guerrero

    I really like this feast of imagery. I love plants and words, so seeing them dance together (weaved together) in your poem is a delight.

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