SPINACH & SEAWEED (poetryrepairshop 99.11:126 ) |
| ______ | History's bulk is an argument ad hominem for all the ways we battle love--tie its hands behind our backs. Black licorice ropes of moral stretch until our wax conforms to prayers. We conclude we made a dent-- baked cookies for a homeless shelter needing toilets and a roof. Seaweed money. Spinach leaves. Start so bright and end so wrong. They rot alone in selfish bins-- gather rust like safety pins that will not close when judgment turns. Share the wilt. Add fiber to the pilrimage. Feed the elves of poverty with more than ipecac of politics and promises too big to keep. They are the roots of green, green grass that need our water to survive. Our sleeping cheeks store so much more than wet tobacco helplessness.
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