From afar, a green memory on grey cloth,
Migratory urbanites rush to its verdant cocoon
Each season, flying on fumes.
Rich capillaries run and play within
And around its circumference,
Where water babies are nourished.
Armanis shed, skivvies donned,
Metamorphosing each summer,
From plated salmon to dragon tadpoles
August’s wane brings regret of reversion
Which some resist — and others refuse;
Immortality’s children, playing in the sun.
Sarah is the host of dVerse today. Sarah says:
Choose a picture [of the choices given of Mary Frances’ work] that speaks to you, and write a poem for it. Mary has given us permission to use her art, but, of course, we must credit her for her work.