This poem is taken from Stand 223, 17(3) September - November 2019.

Jason Allen-Paisant Poem
An Evening Walk When Spring is Already Old

On the third of June
      I re-enter the woods

The trees’ souls have bloomed
      into canopies

There is volume
      not just skeletons

Breeze passes into the placenta
      of this womb    

There is hiding place
      in the trees

and the birds
      sing differently

January’s ossuary has become
      a sea in my body

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