Darren C. Demaree

D a r r e n   C .  D e m a r e e

Emily As a Nasturtium Blossom Fallen into the Ravine

The wet narrowing

drove the darkness

into acceptance. It

was gravity, it was

a loosening of arms

from above the creek

& though we used

the rock-sides to cut off

the touch of the wind

& the touch of intimacy

there was no anguish,

no redemptive carry

of such beauty. A mile

down, at the bottleneck,

a shape of Emily emerged.

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