by David Sutherland
To be certain that our dual nature
no less mutable than a fern's
a sunfish purporting magnitude
One can easily believe a snowfall
under thunderous sky and
hides half its ecstasy, half its pain.
personifies wisdom for an owl's
by its ritual marriage to
in as sweet a horror as this
left staring at midnight,
About the author: David Sutherland has been widely published, with recent pieces appearing in The Hollins Critic, The Northern Michigan Journal and The Reader. He also serves as editor for a publication called Recursive Angel. His collection Between Absolutes has recently been published by Menace Publishing of Alexandria, VA.
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