Tidal Basin

Cherry blossoms pulsing
we tear through the spring
April of the evil eye
some slunk core darkened
over our human gravities
We, the hidden ones
the ladies of the open animal,
of the beating Maryland pollen
lay open to the cavities
made sincere by our allergies
Touch our faces
please Oh
God, in the likeness of summer,
we are born & fed by halos
of white Potomac water
Where are we going?
We are knives of radiance
thrust into the frailest
hayfever sleep
Kelly Forsythe


Kelly Forsythe

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