“Plaza Epicurean Interlude” and other poems by Margaret Kiernan

I am conflicted The stream calls your name while squirrels play with baby scots-pine cones as bubbling water flows over upturned stones covered in green, like envy I am jangled by loss Glints of light and shade while a kingfisher dips its wings ravens and crows hatch a plot to disagree over tainted morsels of [...]