Linda's Poems
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
3WW: Dignity, Lacerate, Ripe
Trees
Leaves
ripe as apples
Vines
cling like a child
Bark
a coat of dignity
Branches
pray
My husband
was a logger
He'd pull
the cord
on his
chainsaw
and lacerate
one by one
Saplings
smiled
lifting
their faces
to the naked
sun.
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