A Cloth of Secrets by Meg Smith
Let’s let it lie—the grace of all this being—
like a dancing forest of winter trees.
And these, palms, turned upward,
have relinquished the moon and the sun
and the testament of living,
which remains for us to uncover,
which remains for us to complete.
Author
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Meg Smith is a writer, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass., USA. Her poetry and fiction have recently appeared in The Cafe Review, Poetry Bay, The Horror Zine, Dark Dossier, Sirens Call, Raven Cage, and many more. She is the author of five books of poetry, and a short fiction collection, The Plague Confessor. She welcomes visits to megsmithwriter.com, facebook.com/megsmithwriter, and twitter.com/MegSmith_Writer.
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