Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Fables by John Swain

I walked the sunken gardens
under the arches of a house
that was once a slave church.
His daughter picked berries
under skies like a net of frogs
pulsing in purples and bass.
The black stone pond remained stone
although the roots take water
from the fractures like a grave.
I buried a book of her fables.

Author bio:

John Swain lives in Louisville, Kentucky. He has previously contributed to Clockwise Cat and Thunderclap published his most recent chapbook, Fragments of Calendars.

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