Sometimes the Field

Holly Wren Spaulding by poemelfAugust 25, 2016August 25, 2016

Sometimes, a poem

Sometimes, the Field by Holly Wren Spaulding Sometimes I bring my hunger to the field. I sidestep the soft mounds, the ants at their labor, their back and forth with grains of sand. I wait in the milkweed and withering thistle, all of it turning and rustling in the wind. I mean […]