by Matthew Stokdyk
glowing coals in the green
bow their fuzzy heads
under the moon
into rubbery jade grey skin
making the front lawn
than a barnfire.
Originally published in issue 28.2 of Hummingbird.
Their website has not yet updated to include a link to the issue, so I will have to return here and add a link when it's available.
To tell the truth, I generally dislike most poetry journals. However, Hummingbird is a rare exception. Reading through the contributor copy was a delight. Perhaps there is a Wisconsin-born-and-raised taste that I share with the editors, or perhaps my Millenial psyche drives me to like short poems, but this magazine—my being featured in it not withstanding—is something special.
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