The Low Down
she sweeps away
white blossoms
from the neighbour’s tree,
from its height,
from its white burst
in April —
a cloud
of lowly intent,
like wrong words
slipped into
a sentence.
Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: high and/or low
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