e c l e c t i c a
s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
LeeAnn Pickrell
e c l e c t i c a
s p o t l i g h t a u t h o r
LeeAnn Pickrell
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I want to tell you three things,” he says.
Two months since the last poem
Why in the two months since you left
did words leave too?
My mind hums within
your hour of grace.
I moved here from Texas
I tunneled a hole through dirt
as a child digs for China
Did the pink tulips
bloom on the cat’s grave?
