Laurinda Lind

Once Twice

Brook falls
down hard
 
stone chills
wet shard
 
dense voice
long root
 
green ice
old lute
 
cold song
loud heart
 
one tongue
deep art
 
     dark vein
     good pain

Laurinda Lind lives in northern New York “where not long back, wind blew trees down flat and unroofed a school.”  Her poems have appeared previously in Cold Mountain Review, Comstock Review, Radius, and Spillway.