Blessa

October 9, 2012
By Daniel Weiner SILVER, New City, New York
Daniel Weiner SILVER, New City, New York
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Heavy like cork,
plum-soaked in vineyard bloodiness
and other traces of red.

Thick with logic, a tussock
arguing its place. Greenery’s arms
steal blessed sun and mock my garden.

Angry as a lovingwoman
pillowing temples
of children.

Splintery and serious,
the pangs of little things that don’t fit.
We can revel in the throbbing.

Is Earth so stern?



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