Tag: Rick Leddy
Library Tree
The roots were mountain ranges
When you were young
You climbed and fell in the crevices
Beneath the shade of the Library Tree
First hobbling, then gaining confidence
As...
Processions | A poem by Rick Leddy
My great, great grandfather
Watched funeral processions
Black carriages with drawn coal-hued curtains creaking finality,
conjuring swirling, angry storm clouds
from the clear, fragile sky
He saw them on...
