summer comes again
and all of the white things
tear divots out of the darkness:
snowdrop, strawberry bloom, chokecherry blossom
i wait beside the black babbling brook of things
for the names to drift back like seedpods
into the vicious fissures of my mind
Erin Wilson's poems have appeared previously at Poppy Road Review, as well as Peacock Journal, MockingHeart Review, and Mobius: the Journal of Social Change. She lives in a small town in northern Ontario.
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