When dusk settles, the oxalis
Stands taller and sweeter,
As if to say that all of this
Is just Nature’s theater,

The butterfly-shaped purple leaves
Are an actor’s costume,
Which fans out in royal sheaves
And is soaked in perfume.

 

Julia Geaney-Moore is a Psychology and English major. She spends her time ghost writing for blogs, writing articles online, tutoring and conducting Psychology research. She has published a poem in the poetry anthology “Lost Highways and Hidden Living Rooms” and came in 3rd place for the Betty and Stanley Sultan Short Story Award in 2013.

 

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