Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Mag 115

My short poem for Magpie Tales, based on this prompt:

image by Manu Pombrol
 
Your
dense
words
are my provisions, grafted
from your lofty posture, watered,
cherished,  
harvested,
preserved like the yellowing tomes you shelve
in our attic.  I pretend not to see
them.  I must believe we are
organic.

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