Mudlark No. 46 (2012)

Bitter Honey

            after some lines by Mary Oliver
Sometimes there is
just sitting

on a blanket of wet
grasses—dew spill
and sensation—a book
in your lap, the pages
open to a moment

that stays

in a kind of surly

and your breath
catches, and your
mouth is a red

where words graze
on the bitter honey plant.

Susan Kelly-DeWitt | Season of Change
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