[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
as a ghost of my desire
through knee-deep green grass
and flowers and bright summer
to the mountain-snow cold river
and dives straight in,
as deep as dreaming,
to surface up once again
through sparkling crystal water.
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