Syo-ro

There’s this ink that goes down
blue and turns green –
dew on pine trees, it’s called.
I want to protect it.
I want it to keep going down,
keep sheening on the page,
keep drying in the cold
breath of piñons on
distant granite cliffs.

 

Vivian Wagner lives in New Concord, Ohio, where she teaches English at Muskingum University. She’s the author of a memoir, Fiddle: One Woman, Four Strings, and 8,000 Miles of Music (Citadel-Kensington), and a poetry collection, The Village (Kelsay Books).
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