Sabyasachi Nag | THE BURNING MAPLE

THE BURNING MAPLE This fall the Maples have said no To fear. Nothing can scare Them out their gold trappings. Others have quietly yielded: Judases, Sycamores, Tupelos— They’re done ghosting around The chicken fence, Between grass blades, inside brown bags. They are ready to zero down, again. The birds are gone. Naked Branches slither under […]