born 8/30/2025
A fire in the Olympic Mountains
cast a golden spell on the moon
the moment of your birth.
Out on the deck, a breeze
from the west brought a whiff
of smoke and the taste of salt,
picked up while crossing
Puget Sound and evoking
memories of campfires
on the beach. The moon paved
a radiant road across the water.
Rick Swann's poems have been appeared in One Art, English Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry, Typehouse, Last Stanza, and other publications.
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