Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Dawn Potter: Hearth Song

Nevertheless, blindly, we smile:

and again our ancient vision

sponges paint and sunlight,


our ears prick at the stuttering

clock, the hiss of tires on pavement.



a thought tumbles down

the back stairs into the shadowed

kitchen. Let us watch the white cat


sink his teeth into a throat.

His beauty ripples like water.


Copyright 2017 Dawn Potter

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This entry was posted on May 31, 2017 by in Poetry and tagged , .
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