Poetry by Rosalie Hendon
The taste of sun-ripened mulberry
A two-hour rain delay
A deluge pouring over rows of white chairs
Homemade bagels, bowls of cut fruit
An elderly woman in a mask
hovering behind a glass door,
hand on her cane
Rings on my brother’s hands,
silver paint worn to copper
a purple stone found gleaming in the dust
Speeches in sunshine,
a sea of purple
Cheers of recognition
effervescent under the late afternoon sky
The future as tangible as a ripe fruit,
as a mulberry plucked from the branch
Rosalie Hendon (she/her) is an environmental planner living in Columbus, Ohio. Her work is published in Change Seven, Pollux, Willawaw, Write Launch, and Sad Girls Club, among others. Rosalie is inspired by ecology, relationships, and stories passed down through generations.
