Cut-Out Poem #1
Cut-Out Poem #1 Transcription
Linnea Boice
Like a dream
if no one stopped me, I could talk forever about
the scent of sun-warmed jasmin/ aromatic yellow citrus
daises and roses, building rainbows in the earth.
There she was a little girl, loved.
mockingbird, DAWN
barely filtered rays of sun
a stone heaped with flowers
Beneath a robin’s-egg sky
