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.

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