A Journey Through Seasonal Poetry and Reflection

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it would be nice
to find that seed
between my teeth
the tongue plays at it
the fingers can’t reach it
those words
I’m sorry

the cat jingles behind us
wakes an owl perched
on a thick branch above
prey quickly breaks past the
corner street lamp

fruit flesh is overrated
softens and bruises easily
our hearts keep the core
the pit of it lives

taste me
test me
know your love
is like the sun
in May

I wrote this poem in 2019. This is a second draft. I am going through my old drafts this week. I met up with two poet friends to edit and discuss each other’s poems at a local deli. The weather in western Washington dipped below 40 degrees today. Snow is forecast for next week. The sky is flat gray. Is this the in-between times?

interleave | interlinear | intermediate | interstitial | interval | intervening | mid



Published by Shannon Laws

Shannon Laws is an award-winning poet, performer, and advocate for the arts. She has been recognized with two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Dr. Asha Bhargava Memorial Award — Community Champion. Her work has been featured in numerous journals and anthologies, and she has captivated audiences at esteemed literary events, including the Jack McCarthy Evergreen Invitational Slam, SpeakEasy, Poetry Night, Kitchen Sessions, and the West Coast Tagore Festival. Beyond her writing and performances, Shannon actively fosters literary and artistic communities. Since 2022, she has curated Corridor, a monthly “found-art” zine project that showcases the work of more than 50 contributing poets and artists. She is also the founder and host of Poetry Club, an engaging discussion group established in 2015.