What You Cannot Help Naming

Hiking with children, in a nature park at noon,     the world is sparkling and synth-laden.  Without trying, the sacred ibis of thought is upon them,      as their fingerprints singe burn marks of poetry in the bark of trees.To them, pine needles are hairbrushes for unicorns.   George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications […]