Since we end,
there must be you,
who sweetens
because of frost.
Pale carrot cousin,
naked mole rat of root vegetable.
They call common statice
marsh-rosemary,
sea-lavender.
But the underworld’s
strung with lanterns,
pockets of moon.
From: https://www.terrain.org/2021/poetry/stacie-leatherman/
Date: 2021
By: Stacie Leatherman (19??- )
From Troubles of The World 