A day in January.
Celebration? Or remembering
invasion —
and all the horrors that followed.
Why can’t we change the date?
*
I emerge
from my left brain
to gaze up
at a hill of vines
pouring over the fence
A day in January.
Celebration? Or remembering
invasion —
and all the horrors that followed.
Why can’t we change the date?
*
I emerge
from my left brain
to gaze up
at a hill of vines
pouring over the fence