A grove

with no practitioners

is blown away in winter

 

Early on solstice morning

raccoons sleep in the trees

but they are not themselves trees

 

Summer’s end

when lady bugs attack

they bite hard

 

 

 

Laurence Taaffe is an artist and poet who has been in the workshop for several years. His artwork, in the most recent issue of Razor Wire, is very strong and his poetry, when he is most truthful, is similarly strong.