perhappened mag
issue 9: RAIN OR SHINE
hockhocking bikeway
superbloom, april
RICK HOLLON
the last
time in my life
I felt truly happy was when
we went to see the spring ephemerals
bluebells, wakerobins, blue-eyed marys, trout lilies
& you brought a basket & you plucked yourself such a
wealth of them & deep down I disapproved but deeper
in the soil of me I knew delight in your profligate picking
& never suspected that your acquisitive joy would
i t u m
n u p e
r r
n o
o
t
time in my life
I felt truly happy was when
we went to see the spring ephemerals
bluebells, wakerobins, blue-eyed marys, trout lilies
& you brought a basket & you plucked yourself such a
wealth of them & deep down I disapproved but deeper
in the soil of me I knew delight in your profligate picking
& never suspected that your acquisitive joy would
i t u m
n u p e
r r
n o
o
t
Rick Hollon (they/fey) is an intersex writer, editor, nature photographer, and parent adrift in the eastern United States. Feir work has been published in several small-press magazines including Prismatica, Green Ink Poetry, and Corvus Magazine. Find them on Twitter @SailorTheia.
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