Otata 29 – May, 2018

Sabine Miller

Native Object

To hug a tree—how silly
can one get, he said, but to dance

with it—like the wind, said he subtracting

craving from contact & The rose

in the garden among evergreens after a soaking rain blooms

no wider than this

 

Donna Fleischer

winter morning,
may i become
your blank page

 

snowfield –
sound of deer’s hooves
striking the moonlit road

 

in the woods
snow shoals sun squalls,
a green triangle

 

Source: May, 2018 – Otata

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