Bouquets of Mourning
Bouquets of mourning
Where the robins nest at the hour
Fatigued from last nights flight
The barn cats chase them daily
No contrails in the sky this morning
Only the blue that kills
Leftover silk lays in the valleys
Cotton serenity on par
I’m visited on the porch
by two emerald hummingbirds
In search of plum nectar
It’s September
Appalachia is changing
Some say for the best
It’s the people, not the land
The latter of which
Swollen from late summer storms
Will produce fields of autumn wildflower
So brilliant, cars will run off the roads
And in the mornings
We will take our medicine
So that we are kind
We all need a little help
Even the rain carves a path
For more to follow
A Collection of Poems
Corey Michael Hines is a Brooklyn-based writer and poet with roots spread across the American South. He received his BFA in Writing from the Savannah College of Art and Design in 2014 and has been featured in Volume Poetry, Artemis, le NAVIGATEUR, and Oxford American’s Eyes on the South.
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