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New Poems



SAD TREE
 
 

Sad tree, your broken top so
immeasurably for and against
Must Enter
not exactly as yourself
but called to life
despite
And tell of these
"little happinesses"
the sun
& corners of the morning
where even grief is brightly lit
to be hung on the tree, to shine
through the 'holder'
old tree, broken back, your
burnt honey comb,
has run wild out of options, flooded
escaping.


 
 


Jeanne Bernhardt 2004

 

 


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Last updated 13 July, 2004