Fragile, shale
hands hold
the womb
wilderness is
born
The Cosmos
Walleyed Pikes
June nights and
the call of Loons
Everything that
we need to dream
To feel
To love
So little
separates
us from what
we need
The night
you were
born
Wearing the
skin of God
The world
was born
My new Cosmos
And by the time
it was written
even Green Heron
in the cool spring marsh
could tell me
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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