By Laura Denny Wildflowers The rain came down in sheetsthe winter before my husband died.He was very thin. His face a closed book. For two years he had sufferedthe scalpel, the staples,the poisonings. The radiationburns blooming like fire on his tender neck.In the midst of all that wreckagelike a purple crocus singing herselfthrough darknessour daughter … Continue reading Wildflowers and Other Poems
