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is this how my love grows?

September 9, 2011

tears hover

over sod lying dry

limp and brittle

in long rigid fingers

forearms of sweat


moist eyes

too little to

bring this clump of


back to life


sod cutter’s mark

shows how it is so easily

pulled away

from the ground on which it was



and how a grandfather’s hand whose

hubris and old


made him think it would be there



muddy cheek streaks

I will not wipe them

with stained hands


that only smear the


from its graceful trail

down my face


like a sad irrigater with

broken main and a

futile attempt to

water a field

already sewn with salt

6 Comments leave one →
  1. September 9, 2011 4:56 pm

    wow — powerful feelings and soulful imagery.

  2. September 13, 2011 9:28 am

    Clarence, this is gorgeous and very moving. I knew you wrote great prose; did not know you were a poet. Carla
    September 11, 2011 8:18 PM

  3. February 17, 2012 5:09 pm

    I’m so glad you showed this to me. This is beautiful! Definitely what I like to read.

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