by Dean Schabner
Toss it aside, beauty —
a sweater soaked in rain,
the scent of sheep, grass,
earth — life there loosened —
roused — stretching — as clouds
break and sun, dazzled, opens his eyes.
Toss it aside, careless —
you don’t need it — the scent
is caught in your hair,
glows in your eyes —
and while at the window, snow clings,
the carpet flowers under your feet
and songbirds scatter
— careless as life — from your lips.
— from Juniper Volume 1, Issue 2