Jesse Maizlish

Rookie (March 12 1983 / Baltimore)

Cut Grass And Rain Coats - Poem by Jesse Maizlish

there’s a spring smell
creeping into this
blue winter morning.
a warm odor of
cut grass and rain-coats.
smoke curls away from
me, tangling in the
thickness of the air.

sitting on this bank,
the lush ferns fall
away and the earth
feels cool and soft, i
notice the currents,
notice how my brain
is like this river
rushed and
waiting and for what
will never come.

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Read poems about / on: river, winter, spring, rain

Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 24, 2004

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