Friday 21 August 2020

The Message 

by Heather Sager                                                                                                       

A text message
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 SandpiperThe Wild WordRemington ReviewCacti FurThird WednesdayCircleShowAriel Chart, and Northwest Indiana Literary Journal. Heather also writes short fiction.

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