the first time I told you
was on the hill
daisies and wasps stood their ground with us
the second time I told you
was on a clear night
and we just caught the Milky Way
the third time was at the hospital
drenched in Lysol and tears
the fourth time, on a street corner
as we waited for the bus
you plucked a maple leaf
the fifth didn’t seem any more hallow
as we descended into the Perfume cave
my voice echoed, a little
Author Bio:
Mary E. Croy lives in Madison, Wisconsin where she works as an administrative assistant. She spent nine years teaching English Language Learners in Ha Noi, Viet Nam. She draws inspiration by participating in two writing groups and by being on the lookout for glistening moments while preparing a cup of coffee or walking to work. During her free time, Mary likes reading poetry and hanging out with her cats, Buster and Gabby. Mary has been published by several online poetry magazines.
was on the hill
daisies and wasps stood their ground with us
the second time I told you
was on a clear night
and we just caught the Milky Way
the third time was at the hospital
drenched in Lysol and tears
the fourth time, on a street corner
as we waited for the bus
you plucked a maple leaf
the fifth didn’t seem any more hallow
as we descended into the Perfume cave
my voice echoed, a little
Author Bio:
Mary E. Croy lives in Madison, Wisconsin where she works as an administrative assistant. She spent nine years teaching English Language Learners in Ha Noi, Viet Nam. She draws inspiration by participating in two writing groups and by being on the lookout for glistening moments while preparing a cup of coffee or walking to work. During her free time, Mary likes reading poetry and hanging out with her cats, Buster and Gabby. Mary has been published by several online poetry magazines.
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