by Hilary Sideris

Published in Issue No. 287 ~ April, 2021

Today I recognize

the black buds, like a calf’s


wet hooves, of the Ash Trees

of the World calls Fraxinus


excelsior, the chartreuse

tubular flowers of Salix fragilis,


which filled with nectar while

we still shook hands, pushed


onto endless, crowded trains,

rushed for the bright orange seat


that seemed empty, in fact contained

a clear puddle. I stand six feet


from a toddler who cups his palms,

tells his father caterpillar!


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Hilary Sideris has recently published poems in The American Journal of Poetry, Bellevue Literary Review, Free State Review, Gravel, The Lake, Main Street Rag, Rhino, Salamander, and Southern Poetry Review. She is the author of Most Likely to Die (Poets Wear Prada 2014), The Inclination to Make Waves (Big Wonderful 2016), Un Amore Veloce (Kelsay 2019) and The Silent B (Dos Madres 2019).