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“pastel meadows” by Calum O’Connell
i dip my hands into the fountain
& the lavender begins. grasses
ripple to evening windchimes,
tender in song, in tongues
just bloomed. clean now,
violet & tumbling beneath
apple orchards, i pluck one
little pearl—for the journey
to the cliffside. i arrive as
seas tinge purple, saltwaters
herbal with petals. i kiss
this fruit, throw it to the sky,
& it is sweet enough: horizons
shatter into summer rain,
soften on my flowerbed.
Calum O'Connell (he/they) is a queer writer and postgraduate student from Ireland. You can find him on Twitter @caloconnell.