Wednesday, March 9, 2011

J. A. Essbaum- Would Land (excerpt)

And life is thirst,
at best. 

So do not strike me, Heart.
I am, too, tinder.

I'm flammable
as birch bark, even damp.
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  1. E.M.March 9, 2011 at 5:50 PM

    I liked this poem (found it in Jan Poetry magazine)so I thought I would share a bit. I think it speaks to our fragility.

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