Birth and death, love and hate, the burnt scent 
of cloves on fingers and campfire on jeans,        
nothing is attached for long. 
In the butter soft leather light of purple fog, 
a royal procession of swans announce themselves.
Not made of that, the lake is restless for now 

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat ReviewMoria Poetry JournalChronogram JournalAmpersand Literary ReviewThe Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA TodayThe Wall Street JournalThe AtlanticHavana TimesSouth China Morning PostThe Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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