The Field – shannon p. laws

Poem: Covered

Covered by Shannon Laws I am the grass. Let me work writes Sandburg Grass fixes a battlefield with memory loss Pile up your second-hand mistakes bodies of unfinished work blood of sacrificed Saturday nights onto this field and wait— two years, ten Time heals but grass covers all.

Poem: The Field

The Field Bushes of death-berries near the bus stop begged me to take their picture last week. Branches whip their winter fruit, heavy at the end, as proud as a child holding summer’s vanilla cone. Proud they are plump, ready for the eating, stiff sticks shake nervous in the morning fog— Remember us, this field of us!ContinueContinue reading “Poem: The Field”