photo by Erda Estremera (unsplash)
In the Garden A pebble travels in my shoe, grass stains paint my knees, hands press dirt in earthy prayer. Hem of light falls from the skirt of day as I toil beneath a thumbprint moon, goose bumps riding my flesh. Memory ignites the taste of smoke and mint from an old lover. My mind relives the wetness of his tongue, a soft escape from the crowded Greyhound bus of my mind. First published in Indiana Voice Journal Picnic The past cartwheels into the present as you slip a glance at weathered pictures housed in your wallet. Other children of other days get tucked back in while young son and daughter from your new family grab your hand and pull. Nearby, a wheelbarrow cast aside. Its once red sheen now covered in rust. White roses spit petals that wither and crumble.
First published in Indiana Voice Journal
Wind brushes wings from your hair,
wisps flutter in fluid motion,
graze blades of grass,
drink drops of dew,
rest on earth’s breast.
Bio: : Robin Wright lives in Southern Indiana. Her work has appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, Rat’s Ass Review, Bombfire, Sledgehammer, Young Ravens Literary Review, Sanctuary, Ariel Chart, Spank the Carp, and others. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee, and her first chapbook, Ready or Not, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2020.