• Tricia D. Wagner

#33 Coracle in Flight


Just a cobble of cold stones. A match.

Hickory dry on the grate.

A kiss by a child of flame,

but an inch

unmasks Earth’s secret trait.

Light flows like a gentle blue river.

The wood adrift - coracle in flight.

Merry go we into silence

streaked starry -

we read by the oracle’s light.

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