On the Cusp of Summer

On the Cusp of Summer

A Poem by Molly Cara

Birds 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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Wonderful piece.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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