A Sigh
Leonard Zawadski out of the meadow, and tumbling out-t’wards the hills -- the hills where we once gathered, to embark upon our-selves / to where we lay naked, Sun-lit, surrounded by such (wild) flowers // a sigh escapes us, escaping us tumbles from the stilléd landscape, (within no other sound), set forward / for a Frolic, t’- wards the hills to hide -- where it might bur- row, and become host to ten-thousand compassionate dreams. |
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About the Author: Leonard Zawadski's poetry appears or will appear in such outlets as Sunset Liminal, The Literary Nest, Quail Bell Magazine, Into the Void Magazine, and several others. He is the founder of 'Leonard Zawadski's Super Secret Sub-Committee on the Intellect' (a bi-monthly salon), has co-curated a handful of poetry readings in the Chicagoland area, and works as the Receiving Clerk at an independent bookstore. See more here.