Wander by Laura Lee Lucas
One day they will find my cottage empty:
Fire burning, clock still ticking,
bags unpacked upstairs, clothes neatly folded.
Phone abandoned on its charger.
I will go missing, barefoot and damp haired,
to join the frog chorus, to
dance beneath the cedars. They will call me
the Sweetheart of the Darkling Pond.
Author
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Laura Lee Lucas (she/her) is a VONA/Voices fellow and has received financial support from Artist Trust. Her work has appeared in Black Imagination, Poplorish, Line Zero, Imaginaire, The Poetic Pinup Revue, and Vapid Kitten, among others. She currently resides in the Hudson Valley in upstate New York.
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