Magical Steam Everywhere

steam soft
from the earth’s
spring’s first
pink and yellow
of a fossil dream
the ferns of the grotto
maiden hair, brittle, resurrection,
the worry
of winter without snow,
the geisha’s sleeve
the good time girl’s beaded fringe
sways and swings
with the gentle air
a tale
you came in on
the middle of…

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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well ( The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

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