The Wild Shine of Oranges
poems by Shelley Savren


When the ocean pauses its thunder,
that moment between breath in and breath out,
I hear wind against my ear,
the voice of air pulsing,
opening to all sound.

— from “The Voice of Air”
in The Common Fire!




There are no shadows in this picture,
just light crackling,
a single ray quivering in your eyes
and your body bending into this bench

from "Purple Irises"
in The Wild Shine of Oranges


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