The Message 

by Heather Sager                                                                                                       

                                                                           

A text message

blinks

on my phone

as I walk the path

nobody out in town

tall weeds along the path

shush the cool stream

the sun splashes playfully on

I glance at my phone,

looking for the message,

when Oh—the Earth calls me back to her—

I find some wildflowers,

redolent with the commingled scent

of rhubarb and chocolate.

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Heather Sager lives in Illinois. Her poetry has most recently appeared in Sandpiper, The Wild Word, Remington Review, Cacti Fur, Third Wednesday, CircleShow, Ariel Chart, and Northwest Indiana Literary Journal. Heather also writes short fiction.