Green Fields

My poem ‘Field Party’ features in the Green Fields anthology published by Maytree Press, available here.

Field Party

The sweet trace of fodder
on the breeze, the acid
of spilled cider. Occasional cars 
tearing up the air, like the invites
none of us had received. 
I don’t even remember a house. 
What signal set us heading out
to ooze like summer starlings 
feeding on insects in the sky?

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