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 )
Like the title says.