Wildflowers

The child in me
the fire carrier
has always wanted
to love big
with no barriers
or wind tunnels
or bubble-clots
to gum up the flow.
I think
maybe this is
the Paradise
whose greenest tips
I have grazed
and touched upon
but haven’t fully engaged
or known.
The child in me
the rainmaker
dreams big
fathoming the heart
is measureless
in what
and who
it can hold.
Somewhere
there are lighted shreds
and tatters of innocence
seeking sincerest enclosure
between the petals
of wildflowers
seized
to the throes of abandon
and growth.

 

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About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of two novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale and Raking the Dust, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at johnbiscello.blogspot.com. Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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