GOLDFINCH
The fragrant trees
shade painted glass
on the blanket,
we feed
lemons and oranges
to your goldfinch.
You choose a necklace
from the silk
inside my casket,
we dream silence,
we grove lavish
in the orchard,
in the intricate artwork.
Sun covers your eyes,
you recite
the gold leaf from memory.
John Swain lives in Le Perreux-sur-Marne, France. His work has recently appeared in Borderless Journal, DoubleSpeak, and The Rye Whiskey Review.
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