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.