The Sundering by Stephanie Adams-Santos


It reminds me of Theodore Roethke, naked, kneeling, listening to a hole in the ground, hearing something coming back. This has always mattered to me because I have experienced these things. 

—Linda Gregg


Because you must,
Says the forest. 

  Her long leathers,
Deerborne strokes of brilliance       

            The way of things.

So many ways
Into the light,
                           These lions.

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