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Poem of the Day: Christine Garren

 

THE WOVEN MESSAGE

 

come hide near me

I’ll count however long I need to count the insects in the web—

I like

the still living ones—that beat of wing I hear

or

the still turned-on

ignition of the firefly—I see one’s underbelly

blink

on and off—come hide near me, somewhere in this wild grove, in its umbra green

where

my mind turns down the bed

 

—previously appeared with StorySouth

 

 

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