Poetry

Secret Names

We cycled down to the Secret Place
in the late November light
at that hour when the sun
touches everything with little
licks of flame

We walked down the Spikeplant trail
to cricket song, seeking letter chains,
calling everything by name:

Mother, daughter, photographer, writer (sort of). www.texasgirlphotography.com www.instagram.com/amyjasek

Love podcasts or audiobooks? Learn on the go with our new app.