Pris Campbell, US

 

 

Free Verse Unredeemed Souls   Sara is suddenly afraid of everything— gray Chevrolets Earl, the retriever next door her new yellow trashcan the man selling flowers at Kirk and 10th her powder puff tree She wonders if unredeemed souls spin through the galaxy like planets or moons, even space debris. She wonders if grandfather is close now, like Mars was that time, still trying to grab her, still wanting one last shot at the child she used to be.

 

Read Additional Poems by Pris Campbell   Pris Campbell, US—Haiga:  lambs bleat, his hand touches mine Pris Campbell, US; Melinda B Hipple, US and Mike Keville—Collaborative Haiga: double vision