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by Amy Galloway

The season of our severance
I collided with myself

The cold hard truth ducking
under a shower of rice

Bitter lemonade
A summer under ice

Weeds dug in deeper
choking the lilies

Drowning in the pool
I crawled into the garden

Slept with the slugs
ate mud

In fall I fell
red maple and oak leaf

Dead spiders and acorns
inside a rotting pumpkin

I couldn't move
I missed you

Amy Galloway a writer who is also a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, teacher, and always, a reader. She loves to observe people and try to capture their essence with words. She looks for the magic in each experience and tries to give it a voice. She find comfort and wisdom in nature and looks to the natural world for inspiration.