Posted in Poetry

A Dogwood

Gorgeous it was, once,
In the quirky way of dogwoods.
Asymmetry covered over
In creamy blooms, some
Low enough to marvel at.
And who’s to say it isn’t still,
In a past that’s closed to us.

This piece appears in the Roanoke Review.

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