Seasonal Feminists

By | 13 May 2024

(to Jin Eun-Young)

In spring, we planned our futures
Yes to a thousand stars cradling
the canopy, the hope
of power in multitudes.

In summer, the fragrant drift
Yes to lovers and the early climb
across glass peaks, unwalled
and believing all was possible.

In fall, the soft earned shade.
Compromise calibrates the answer,
watch our friends channelling
Yes to their child’s own ascent.

In winter, sisters now established
rely on routes once refused.
Yet still the poet’s eye persists:
No in oddly solitude.

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