Survivor
Bernadette GallagherIssue 1Poetry
The tulip lay flat to the ground / cut off at its base
The tulip lay flat to the ground / cut off at its base
Autumn leaves fall from the oak / revealing a nest high above
No rush hour, no traffic lines / coffee with biscotti / the swell of birdsong in trees
All the men in my life are statues /
poised stoically.