chicory ii
by Matthew Stokdyk
as gentle as the chicory,
that sways within the wind,
have gone the words she said to me
and all our heady sins.
Originally published on Instagram on April 28th, 2019, as part of a poem-a-day project I did for National Poetry Month. Incidentally, due to the background image I had originally used for the Instagram post, I believe the poem itself is now CC BY-SA 4.0 in perpetuity.