by Erin Wilson
You don’t want to hear from me.
But I saw the most amazing thing last night,
asparagus fern, netted with rain,
and then again today in sunlight.
You don’t want to hear from me.
I broke your heart? I hurt mine too.
At night I reach up and cup palmfuls of stars
and try to complete the crescent moon.
We do love wholeness.
— from Juniper Volume 4, Issue 2