A Graveyard Stroll on a Windless Day
Rippled cellophane azure ponds
With cypress knees jutting
Dandelions and violets unfold beneath
Ribbons carved from limestone and marble
Crosses raised skyward
Like so many hands
Stone angels sigh patiently
A pinwheel spins, though impossibly.
Cora Bosse is a native Cincinnatian and houseplant killer. She has been writing poetry of varying quality for most of her life; her earliest poems prompted phone calls to her mother from the school guidance counselor. She hopes that her poems make the reader smile, or at least have a weird dream later.