Hickory tree vision

the closest
I have been
to vision

was a yellow
tree, every leaf
touched

flame, angels,
apparition—
but the saints

say a sight of
God happens
in a moment,

the beat of
a moth’s wings:
fold and open

This poem appears in the October 10, 2018 issue.

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