crocus
blossoms
cupping the snow
in her small hands
Mark
Forrester
green
heron
as still
as the pond
Mark Forrester
mountain
trail
at every turn
the moon’s tug
Mark
Forrester
river glass . . .
the cool smoothness
of his lies
Mark Forrester
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