Cat and Pepper—spear

by Rebecca Thrush The mint on my sill bitesbrighter than the dirtCovered leaves off my mother’s pathwayShe never tends to theseplants but she tendsTo love the shimmering seathey yield in shades of greenAnd crystallized dropsof silt, overwhelming herBushy blues and muted mauves. Like memories of summers lostThese leaves are floodedwith once clear waterMuddied by yourContinue reading Cat and Pepper—spear