By Emily Spanos
Flowered fingered boughs
wave ably in the wafts of
imagined lifts that are carried
throughout an aura of oddity.
The buds that flourish and
thrive in the balminess of the
sun’s gleams emit tranquil
vales of desolation and absence.
The itinerant will gaze with
great wonder pending the blooms
to ignite the leers that are hidden
within us all, waiting to escape.