In Search of a May Pole–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley

one hand
belly in the grass
for May
across stone walls
trod upon
newly turned earth
well worn hands
search and grasp
the wood
with heft enough
to stand
in the center
unified to raise
the May Pole

–by elisabeth connelley

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