the remnants of wreaths
and bouquets
still
preserved after a century
and a half. A single leaf
of laurel, a rose bud
faded to rusty orange: slain
offerings,
as if springtime itself
had been offered
as a sacrifice.
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found poem from Goodheart, Adam. “Lincoln.” National Geographic April (2015): 50. Print.
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
Gorgeous work, James! In my humble opinion, you should be submitting this one somewhere…soon.