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Red Halo

by Laura Lee

I did not want to find you

by the mud flats

where things live that

I always want to see:

heron, fox, cardinal, hawk.


But the sun broke shadows

wildflowers bloomed late this year

brown eyed susans, sunflowers

unnamed purple velvet.


I did not want to find you

standing across the river

staring west into a sunset

you'd hoped would take you, too.


I do not know

how the red halo encircled
my pale face, peeked through

the weeds and the dirt.

About the Author

Laura Lee is a Chicago area poet, college instructor, literacy tutor, and writer. Her poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have been published in print and online journals in the US, the UK, New Zealand, India, and Greece.

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