When You Get There

What you’ve been told is factual.
That’s where the moths of the earth agglomerate;
don’t guesstimate how many.
Picture eggwads, bloodshot and pulsing,
and pretty orange silkwings flaking to gray powder.

Found at the trailside:
heal-all, heartseed,
and as you go higher,
erratics, lichen-furred.

And as you go higher,
petrifications, fossilizations,
the outline of your own hand among them.

About the author

Kate Bernadette Benedict has traveled a great deal...around New York City. She has dipped a toe into France and England and gone total immersion…

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Issue 19 · December 2013

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