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 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.
See all his poems on Tea House here.
