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Lawrence Di Stefano

Relapsing Green

Like sadness, most days of the year, 

can go unnoticed, 


the dry field outside 

wants to hide too, 


wants to be alone, 

wants to not communicate, 

wants to ponder a little longer, 


the wind, 

and keep its secret for once 


until it cannot, until it rains, 


and perhaps, 

where its blurred plain fills the window, 


turn green 



cloud shadow breaking open 

with little birds 


flipping and folding 

over its color— 


so green and seldom so, we have to stop 

just to look 


and take in its honest intensity— 


how it says, with a green flush, 


that it’d rather make demands, 

or better yet, just sing them for once 


(you know lovers meet in fields like this) 


I don’t know how to be any more quiet. 


Without you, there is only field.

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Lawrence Di Stefano’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Columbia Journal, RHINO, Southern Humanities Review, Sugar House Review, and Santa Clara Review, among other journals. He holds an MFA in poetry from San Diego State University and is Co-editor of poetry at The Los Angeles Review. He is currently working on his debut chapbook. Find him at

Bear Review


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