“Peregrination” by Lon Barry.

The sun is a bastard 
Whom I love. Moon does not understand 
I am cheating with soil. The mossbeds rise like breath
The crows do not observe, they do not know I cheat
With worms. Locked in leaves, green juice. Find me 
Polaris burning in a hovel

We knew the world was dark and feral
Many heads and fangs, as I, pink tongue
Cup rainwater in my milksoft skull. Assail wheat and tawny oat
The sprucebranch I hold bending forever

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  1 comment for ““Peregrination” by Lon Barry.

  1. May 12, 2021 at 10:31 am

    Wow! This is just brilliant. The first line is so powerful that I was hooked. Thanks for sharing Lucy!

    Liked by 1 person

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