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Box Turtle Madrigal

ISSUE:  Fall 2019


Early mystery,
out of what century

did you, crossing sandy 
farm road, ease

yourself, showing me,
a child, an occult beauty

matching the weird 
attachment I felt to trees,

the gray, gilled sea,
or garden’s coterie of bees,

& again this morning, my knee 
lowering to a bed of weeds,

your brilliant fontanel marquee, 
emblem of old soul, its privacy?



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