L. Ward Abel
Issue 41
Red clay belies the bloom
it keeps alive—
a clam of silk just
opened in the heat
soft, wet, akin, parallel
joined, it leans into and falls
away
depending on the nearness of
its angle
the season
and the depth of its
color.
Issue 41
Red clay belies the bloom
it keeps alive—
a clam of silk just
opened in the heat
soft, wet, akin, parallel
joined, it leans into and falls
away
depending on the nearness of
its angle
the season
and the depth of its
color.