The Subject of the Poem is at Large

The door to the earthen safe
            blown
from its hinges, bright shoots
fired in the getaway: crocus-
            yellow, violet.
                   Topaz
sap on broken branches, red-winged blackbirds
above fresh - and saltwater marshes.

The dogs are out, tracking a lion long
gone. Out like a lamb. Sprung.

South Florida Poetry Journal, Issue 4, Feb 2017






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