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.
For a complete list of publications, visit her website at: http://lauraleewriterpoeteducator.com.
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