Once drenched
by ferocious rains,
steeping in sealable,
blood orange petals
with dimples of pepper
corn spots on the skin,
in a milk pale vase, in
a country kitchen in the fall
drawn from the soil forever,
forced by the tamed winds
to grow prostrate, there is
a morbid hiddenness lurking inside
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
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