
Freaky Friday




string of black cats
smudge marks on concrete
sparklers of my childhood

water pools on morning fairway
solitary golfer sloshes through saturated bentgrass
the course is silent while it waits
separating the wash
delicates, darks, teals & blues
naked day was always the plan…
In the debut issue of orange juice the poetry journal, you’ll find my poem everglades. It appears on page 4 and I hope you enjoy it!
POSTSCRIPT: I’ve learned this journal has ceased publication. The link is a dead one. My apologies!! ~ Julie 11.14.2024

in pursuit of red-tailed hawk
like the dangling snake in its grasp
smaller birds haven’t a chance

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