“Small Jeremiad”

In this season of wild garden growth, the interior life roils, too.

from “Small Jeremiad”

My life’s the only life I’ll ever own.
I own it all when memory flies in.
I killed a catbird once when I was young.
I noticed him and flung a thoughtless stone.

– Sydney Lea

Photo by Molly S.

Photo by Molly S.

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