By Emily Spanos

Flowered fingered boughs
wave ably in the wafts of
imagined lifts that are carried

throughout an aura of oddity.
The buds that flourish and
thrive in the balminess of the

sun’s gleams emit tranquil
vales of desolation and absence.
The itinerant will gaze with

great wonder pending the blooms
to ignite the leers that are hidden
within us all, waiting to escape.