Poem: ‘Equinox’
Maureen N. McLane, 20 October 2022
bees riddle the astersor are they daisieshave you a thoughtor a pansy for me
the lenticelsof cherry treeshave cracked opento a deeper barkcould your skinnot open all alongthe seam of autumn
there’s a gashin the mindan old slippinginto a reservoiryes/no yes/nofrog splash
along the bus routea hinge of wingsbutterfly thoraxof the breathing possibleyes/noyes/no
bees...