“Indian Pipe,” by G.C. Waldrep
poetry by G. C. Waldrep, excerpted from MQR 53:2, Spring 2014
I came to love late,
as in a forest clearing
one walks at dusk
& spies, in the
needlemass, that
pale clump, un-
suspected, not there
just a few hours
before: indian pipe,
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poetry by G. C. Waldrep, excerpted from MQR 53:2, Spring 2014
I came to love late,
as in a forest clearing
one walks at dusk
& spies, in the
needlemass, that
pale clump, un-
suspected, not there
just a few hours
before: indian pipe,