Running along the edge of the woods
we discover a trail half-hidden by growth
and enter it hushed by the height of green
we walk the halls of leaf-strewn shade
where butterflies circle in crowns of color
where birds call from choirs unseen
and we listen as if they are calling to us
our feet lost in a veil of fern
our breath found by the trees
— for Alex
This poem first appeared in Snapdragon (2022).
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Bradley Samore has worked as an editor, writing consultant, English teacher, creative writing teacher, basketball coach, and family support facilitator. His writing has appeared in The Florida Review, Carve, The Dewdrop, and other publications. He is a winner of the Creative Writing Ink Poetry Prize. www.BradleySamore.com
