Eighteen. The rolling green. With my Gravity Queen.
On the last doorstep before green, I stand.
The mossy carpet rolls and ripples to the very jamb.
From away. Away.
These three have seen me, shepherded me,
sung me, into their house of home.
How long I have slept the sleep I do not know.
We awaken, four, in muslin robes.
Hands, sleeves, embraces long.
And now, the morning vista seen,
I swell with desire for the rolling green.
Our woman, our Queen
encircles my waist
and we float.
She laughs a hearty laugh, and lets go.
I have been touched, and I move through the airs with her.
I anticipate. I know…
every blade, every knoll, what comes next, what might be at the end.
Our muslins flapping, our hands entwined, we smile to each other.
Me and my Auntie Gravity.
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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
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