The night speaks in tongues The dogwood is a charismatic The myrtle prophesies in pink Glossolalia, and the flowering cherry Translates. The moths settle like Chinese Calligraphy on the willow my mother Planted near the porch lamp; light from Its bulb will recite their antennae To any passersby, and that loud- Speaker the moon will begin Its hybrid dialogue With a Joseph’s Coat Rose.
Susan Kelly DeWitt | Blessing Bell Contents | Mudlark No. 46 (2012)