Perennial by Kendra Tanacea
The rhododendron in Monroe
from the picture window of my childhood home,
that gave us, every year, its first bloom on the fourth
of June. Lilacs every April,
a constant hedge of baby’s breath. These things
still happen in my absence.
And, at the edge of the yard, where all my efforts cease,
the wild tiger lilies are opening,
tangled in the forsythia,
just where the woods begin. Art by Phil Greenwood
Recommended listening: you thrill me when you drill me and other classy tunes (a dirty jazz playlist)
Links of the Day: Blossom Type The Collectors Herself This 18-year-old hopped trains for 5 years and caught it all on camera