[Blossoming purple]
a golden shovel after Richard Wright
To realize a girl blossoming is to figure purpleas disquiet. A flower forgotten (even an artichoke)if only to safekeep. In time, the daughter becomes agranddaughter budding in the darkof the mind’s cupboard.
[I have lost] i.
a golden shovel after Richard Wright
She stayed busy so as not to ruminate so Itook her by the shoulders and said, I have lived in these reflecting woods. You’ll feel lost but that’s the reward. In mywoods I flinched each wayback to childhood street and stoop. In that home, I was a stray. In ahome I’ve grasped, I’ve the strangesense of an incurable town.We can look forward to this route at dawn, if only to admit a fruitful nightterror. I continued—No need to fear abasement of remains, a sky of…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, May/June 2024