"Green"
March 12, 2025
BY Daniel Cross Turner
Green
White birds dot a great oak grayed with moss-streaks,
black trunk sunk roots through pluff mud
to the shallows of shadow-waters.
Above the tidal creeks the blue bowl of skyline empties
over upon the drifting islets of spartina,
blackwater gilt-traced crosshatched flows.
An ibis, shell-white, rises blacking across the sun’s brass dial,
the grasses sway, all flow, green-core,
gold-shimmered, color of your eyes.
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