poetry

The Savage Harvest
November 18, 2014

Dogs know how to live and die with grace.
I don’t.
In my hands are wet grapes fit to burst
and beyond my reach…

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poetry

The Gardener
December 2, 2008

We have pitched an innocent man against the
thousand blades of grass.
Once a week the battle is waged;
each green sword glints with dew.

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Be The Change  / poetry