Saint John’s Bread

by Terese Coe

Then come and find me, if you dare,
and count me not your loss—
for you have dropped your nom de guerre
and I have dropped my cross.

Or do I come for you instead
and come by early light
with shiver, sweep and Saint John’s bread
through all that’s recondite.

You’ll find me as you find the day,
half-dreaming with the dawn—
by dragonfly or vérité,
full moon and we’ll be gone.

“Saint John’s Bread” first appeared in Orbis.

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