Prick a shadow; let it fall to the earth.

A contemporary poem by E.B. Johnson.

Photo by Samuel Zeller on Unsplash

let it slink a little less willingly as it peels back, 
revealing the place that we see but are unseen.

when it came to the may-time sowing, she was
indisposed. a little more likely than the last one

but hardly as beautiful. she placed all the pellet
in her hand and blessed it with the seeds of her

womb. i liked it — when the…