The Blossoms

perform pace
stagger steps
bombs of luster
whisper sadly
“yesterday, oh where
has youth gone”
illumination searches
in darkness
for what once was
hoping fortune
will find them

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Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. Some of her recent work has appeared in Third Wednesday and Entering. She grew up in the Midwest surrounded by maple trees.

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