Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Graveside Valentine

Poised is the grave of the last
Pomegranate we watched
Hang for weeks the thud
Came in the night like a head
Like a soft blow to the head
That woke us for a moment
Of pure terror rending us
Unconscious but in the morning
To calm ourselves we buried
It in a sunny corner of the yard
Gathering up our ripe and rotten
Thoughts and burying them with it
That it save itself and us

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