Tag: Poem

Aug 15 2015

A Month Of… Boundaries – a poem

Windthrow Rare on Established Specimens

No wonder it’s called milk thistle, that purple
bauble with its auriole of thorns. Milk is prickling
in me again– letdown, they call it.

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