A meadow passes by when my grandmother wanders, alive: all blooms & bees in hives.
The grass is aglow, the memory of snow lost with time.
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A woman wanders the meadow time blooms & passes by
hives live with the memory of lost bees
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Time is a hive when is she alive
the memory bloom passes the glow is lost
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By the time the meadow is lost the grass is all snow
she wanders alive in a memory
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Memory wanders lost in time o meadow the bees
the blooms with snow she passes
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Snow hives the memory bee she bee alive & lost
time wanders by & by
Steven Luna, “To Our Loved Ones: Nanny”
Mason Wray is a recent graduate of the MFA program at the University of Mississippi (Ole Miss), where he was a Barry and Susan Hannah Fellow and served as poetry editor of Yalobusha Review. He has received support from Bread Loaf, and was a finalist this year for the Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing fellowships. His poetry has appeared in Ploughshares, New Ohio Review, and Bear Review, among others.