Jessica Kunder
| That dismally dotted the footpath, To the bottom Of the busy brook That peacefully surged past my fingertip Before it would be guided Down the winding rivulet. I was alone Between sun-steeped airspaces Where dragonflies flittered Listlessly in pursuit Of the enchanted seaward Passage, Wherever that may be— Alone before a pebble plunked To the bottom of the busy brook. |
A sibylline sigh swept Through the treacherous Flowers of the field That dismally dotted the footpath, Before it would be guided Beyond the winding rivulet. Behold! Her bold locust eyes Voracious and swollen in muddy sockets. Crimson-stained cheeks Sunken, surge in deranged Delight Despite my silent plea— Her locust eyes welcomed me To the treacherous flower-flecked field. |
