Sandra Fowler - Perfect Storm

I had you at the height of your poem.
Green thundered in the silence of itself.
I think our moment had its perfect storm,
Though it existed in a shadow tune.

A feeling older than Methuselah
Brings back your Slavic mood with every spring.
I treasure April as I would a Psalm.
Distance, my friend, is rare and ripe for praise.

Previously published, 'The World Poets Quarterly', China

Sandra Fowler

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