Dear Survivor

by Jenni Grassl

I am beached at the tide of wild
daisy and chthonic stich
of the corn spider      day drawn faster
and grass step-steep in the blue eye hills’
cresting clew      just a dayflower
dwarf in the blur-vast view
by won-heart ingress of loose strife
laced with a century      hence-deep
and yours my heir      once cradled
rocking out of a dawn from where I came

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