#jill osier

[apocryphics]

Jill Osier

[nomorechoirs]

“Love Affair That Is the Walk Home” by Jill Osier

[violettesiren]

Folks would talk about it, and even after I lived in that mountain town months, a year, even after getting close with the girl from the pharmacy, guys from the woods, I did not know.

I waited to somehow divine what it was. Be invited. Still I imagine a great expanse, a meadow, high above the town, of tiny flowers, like lovers on their backs, looking up.

Star Field by Jill Osier

[havingapoemwithyou]

refuge by Jill Osier

[contremineur]

This new love and I, we drove once between cities of snow, and through the trees I could see a herd moving, matching us, pulling away.

Jill Osier, final stanza to Siberian

from here

[liuisi]

emptying out my saved poetry #1: small town, jill osier

[seekingstars]

They're Saying Now That Feathers Are Mostly Light, That Wings Are Mostly Not There - Jill Osier

[firstfullmoon]

Jill Osier, “Small Town”

[text ID: Listen. The rug is wet because I stood here. Because it started pouring. Because your door was open and I was under a tree. Because it was raining. Because the rain and tree both were in your backyard. Because so was I. Because you weren’t home. Because I knew you were bowling. Because  I walk your road. Because your road goes by your house. Because I felt like a walk. Because it was going to rain. Because your door is never locked.]