By Jack Stewart Winter has cracked the dirt into pieces like a dropped vase. Bring the hose and turn the earth and watch the earth turn, the sky relax into itself. The buds of the roses are still hard. The green fishing rods of their stems lean. Don’t worry about them. Tend the season. Pull the weeds of shallow-rooted tragedy and spread the mulch of patience. Then let imagination sway in the hammock of memory. You need only a few weeks of the slightest rain. One morning you will waken to a field of pink butterflies, their petal-wings sifting in the sun, and believe again. Jack Stewart was educated at the University of Alabama and Emory University and was a Brittain Fellow at The Georgia Institute of Technology. His first book, No Reason, was published by the Poeima Poetry Series in 2020, and his work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, including Poetry, The American Literary Review, Nimrod, Image and others.
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