Nonce poems 1-4

Annaliese Cole-Weiss


828 (1)
look down. I am becoming, more
and more
my mother. i am uprooted.

828 (2)
the valley is not inviting
it is
invitation unto itself

828 (3)
home is whichever place holds you
but then
gives you over when it’s time to

828 (4)
remember that springtime carries
with her
cause for remembrance, and for light