Praise Nothing

April's cold snap
fools next door's
Lilac buds, glistens

a white valediction on
Last night's roadkill mange.
And if this early

Cardinal bloodying
the fenceline were
Consolation to dawn's

jerry-rigged claptrap
Where cracked curb
and razor gravel crosshatch,

I could listen
to the trash can's
Tipped-over plea, the skewbald

hallelu of a dying lawn,
And praise nothing,
let daybreak's

Brokenness catch like
glass shards in my throat
And not swallow.

Copyright © 2009 Joshua Robbins All rights reserved
from 32 Poems
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