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Poet Priscilla Atkins

Priscilla Atkins – Lid

 

Lid

White, two-story.
A pine tree.
Yew bushes.

Berries that are poisonous.

Lift up the roof:
didn’t everyone grow up in a house like this?

Be careful of red berries.
And deadly nightshade’s blue flowers.

Don’t climb the birch tree.
It has fragile branches.

Don’t climb the Norwegian pine—it’s so tall.

 

Priscilla Atkins lives in Michigan, near the lake of that name. Her collection The Cafe of Our Departure is available from Sibling Rivalry Press.

 

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