kiss of the cosmos
Linda M. Crate
the sun blushes its golden hymns,
spilling them lovingly into my lap —
the river dances whispers as it
guards some secret wound whose
echoes are deeper than the darkest
ocean of time; rocks bleed from old
scars yet unhealing, vertigo dances
on the edge of my tongue — forget me
not in your blaze of glory the universe
screams, and even death bows his
scythe for a time; I gaze into the white
lanterns of heaven and know my truth is true.
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Linda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh and raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She has migrated to the small town of Fort Fairfield in Maine. Her poetry and short stories have appeared in a myriad of magazines the latest of which include: Mirror Dance, Motley Press, and Blue & Yellow Dog.