Curious fury accompanied by
the tang of brittle dried pine sap.
When is neglect best?
Whispering cackle of winding leaves-
wherever did she grow?
Such sweet music, the eery
struggle with a violin string:
the key also winds.
Milkweed washes over like
soothing breakers in a sea
that cannot keep its promises.

Still lingering,
flies trapped in amber-
if I sting, I am as she grieves.
Chew- my teeth, your gums;
no baby would tell me. No God.
This stasis substantiates sorrow,
she said by her silence,
solemn in the kneedeep leaves.
Dry brittle shards scratch our beliefs
into such intricate griefs...

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poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
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copyright 2007 Jason Paul Fox