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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

promise

back to life

 

sod cutter’s mark

shows how it is so easily

pulled away

from the ground on which it was

planted

 

and how a grandfather’s hand whose

hubris and old

naivete

made him think it would be there

forever

 

muddy cheek streaks

I will not wipe them

with stained hands

 

that only smear the

sorrow

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

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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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