Nature’s Litany

Published in pomegranate lit

They say “finding yourself” like you’ve got a map

with red pins; in each location, you’ll find a new

piece of yourself. I’m discovering myself 

without ever leaving

my front porch. South Ave feels like 

a fairy tale and the white flowers 

look like tiny angels, kneeling, 

praying on the branches.

I’ve never been able to get high enough 

to know how sweet the blooms smell.

One time I got so high, the old tree 

told me it loved me.

Thank you for reading!

View this poem and the rest of the magazine here.

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