memories from a party last 4th of July
grabbing the garden hose spraying trees, the field the snowing, lying flat where the sage burned behind big wally’s sticks charred point to the sky gravestones protect crust & spring & it’s easy to forget the sage is invasive when it reminds of wild & brush it walking past & quail hide deer disguise their paths snake pygmy rabbits rare seen will the hawk like it better when there is no shade they can afford what flowers will decide to grow what ancient rocks discover & cure what fields & fields lead to the lake Bio: Constance Bacchus currently lives with her daughter in the Upper Grand Coulee of Washington state. Her poetry can be found in various literary journals including Cirque Journal, Dreich Broad Review, Permafrost Magazine, Blue River Review and Outlook Springs. Ms. Bacchus has a new poetry book out called divorcing flowers (Alien Buddha Press, 2021) and another soon through Red Mare Press. Recently she won a prize from Yakima Coffeehouse Poets but doesn’t know what it is yet. And sometimes, she works at the library.
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