joan iversen goswell

joan iversen goswell

mellow sax a cloud releases the man in the moon
	snapdragons— hearing the sound of mother’s sandals
steamy night on the horizon silent brambles of lightning
	the blizzard— it covered everything with a mother’s hush
snake swallowing a toad headfirst the twisted vines
	dragonfly         riding a dragonfly                 riding the wind
singing to himself an old man wanders through a field of fireflies
	alone the blizzard’s hiss
spring thaw the river takes the river away
	ice storm the great oak succumbs

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