On the Cusp of SummerA Poem by Molly CaraBirds twitter. Ferns unfurl. The sky looks like the inside of a geode, so if you’ve never seen a geode, go out and see the sky. Don’t wait too long. The light dries up and the colors disappear, as if by magic, as if pulled into a mirror. Then, you can look up and see stars, looking up at stars. You might see a star being born in the ashes of another star, or guiding a sister home. © 2013 Molly Cara |
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