Lace and White Fire


By Richard King Perkins II*

As ever,
skies clear

storm fallen completely

a scarlet oak

its vignettes
layered damp beneath.

Redstarts, nuthatches
puddlejump through brush

clipping insects.

Open doors
expand the home

petrichor flows in;

at a distance—
warmth, uncertain light,

patter of curbside water
falling away

in subterranean elegy

its ejection

from a land of lace
and white fire.


*Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He is a three-time Pushcart nominee and a Best of the Net nominee whose work has appeared in more than a thousand publications. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL.

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