I often shudder
when turning the corner
where you were spared an injury
and I am spared the memory
of leaving a flower
as a marker.
At the Scene
No commentsJane Blanchard, mother of two grown daughters and two teenaged sons, divides her time between Augusta and St. Simon’s Island, Georgia. Her poetry has recently appeared in James Dickey Review, Pearl, Pembroke Magazine, Penwood Review, Poetry South, REAL, RiverSedge, Sandy River Review, The Stony Thursday Book, and elsewhere.
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