Friday, February 11, 2022

James Croal Jackson

Hydrangeas

with my arm around yours
around mine a garden grows

into meadow of petals each
day a field a boundless

entrance to tomorrow's
tomorrow

hydrangea petals floating
even through the rare rains one

white petal for each new year
that sings through time to land

inside your hand
enclosed in mine

James Croal Jackson (he/him) is a Filipino-American poet who works in film production. He has two chapbooks (Our Past Leaves, Kelsay Books, 2021 and The Frayed Edge of Memory, Writing Knights, 2017) with one forthcoming: Count Seeds With Me (Ethel, 2022). He edits The Mantle Poetry from Pittsburgh, PA. (jamescroaljackson.com)


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