Posted inLit Issue 2018

a sudden spring (Nichols Park in May)

running daisy chains up my spine, sunlight halos on our heads. pounding feet against new green & crows above singing the direction of the wind. the tingle of small, excited hands set to gathering. we tread edges of parks, climb bottoms of trees, follow the skuttle of forgotten tennis balls. we string Ravyn Lenae between […]