That Summer

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Contributor: Amy Pollard

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Your tattered dress spoke of a river
Where larks wove songs
Into a willowed tapestry
As the sun dissolved
Primrose pink
Fingernail scrapes
the bark of a tree
In perfect unison
With the rattling of
My heart
I follow your footprints
Until they disappear

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Amy Pollard is a poet, writer and student. Her poetry has appeared in publications such as Emerge Literary Journal, Eunoia Review and The Copperfield Review. In her spare time, she drinks coffee, makes music and watches black-and-white movies.


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