In blue meridian I collapse in bed
and later moon-drift in filigreed light
to a window looking to a street
parked metal beasts of cars line an avenue
stamens of trees snooze in their spring blossoms
orangish-colored scents conjure a kindly, sticky night
while wafting on wind there is a sweet refrain
Poem by Heather Sager
Image by Adam Strong
Bio: An author of poetry and fiction, Heather Sager lives in Illinois. Most recently, Heather has contributed poetry to ZiN Daily, Cosmic Daffodil, The Closed Eye Open, Creative Flight, Litbop, Spinozablue, Magma, Remington Review, ActiveMuse, and more journals.
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