• Kevin O'Keefe

Raw March (poem)

Updated: Mar 30


Most of winter’s snow has melted the south-facing hills,

the dark earth heaves and belches up more gems.


Here’s a shard of a broken beer bottle,

buried by the family that lived on this plot before me.


And yet from the tops of trees

comes a hazy grey-green shimmer,

light as if from a chandelier.

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