Farryl Last
Summer 2025 | Poetry
[tomb of the diver, paestum]
gone things gone
stay starlight, threads through
edging the ground’s bowl in
a cleft,
blown golden halos
ground spreading, soft, the cave of the world was the cave of the body
egyptian blue
citrus-absence
what’s the point
of tears in the clean meadow?
still water in a still hole
shelter cave
in the ground
where one pulls into the other
back to the corner of the dream
the diver
won’t
is covering his howling center
Farryl Last is a writer and international educator. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in publications such as Bennington Review, SAND Journal, Cream City Review, and Willow Springs.