this is where we
misremember & forget-
me not
revisit the provided
pricked flesh of pollens
because there are
a multitude, plucked
hastily buried, busybodied
when the spring thaw
drops
a bleed of greens and
rotting riots
send a postcard
send a bouquet
Originally slated for publication by Dreams Walking
Will is a nurse and scribbler of small poems residing in the bluegrass. They awaken songbirds for conversation and interpret their day through stichomancy.
