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The Artist

Published February 27, 2014 by rlmcdermott

I’ve written
so many
poems
for you

and painted
pictures too

blue and
red and
gold on
paper made
of skin

I am
ashamed
of how
I’ve loved

a lantern
floating
in the sky

could not
have burned
as bright

I will
not stop
until
I reach
the sun

and all
my art
consumed
in flame
gives fiery
birth to your
sweet name

The Botanist

Published February 14, 2014 by rlmcdermott

Love
ducked
around
the corner
when it saw
her coming
until she
found it
here–
hiding
in a field
full of
wildflowers.

She knows
their names
better than
she knows
her own–
coneflower,
lady-slipper,
brown-eyed susan.

They grab
at straws
to keep
alive. Their
days are
bright and
flat and
they roll
them on
their edges.

Deep in
the tall
grasses,
she can
hear them
sing–
a simple
song that
settles on
the wind.The Botanist