Today's poem is by Larissa Szporluk

Sea Lettuce

How easily our loved ones
leave us, speeding into sunsets,

maiming us with absence.
Sailboats, pelicans—

beyond us they don't miss us.
Is sympathy a medicine?

In this green lobotomy,
Mrs. Lettuce, will you listen?

We can be each other's sister.
We can go down whole

into a vegetable utopia
where no amount of man is

who hasn't lost his skin
or children to the knife,

his character to butter—
a massaging, nodding franchise

of ears that take us in
and praise the way we suffer.

Copyright © 2011 Larissa Szporluk All rights reserved
from Traffic with Macbeth
Tupelo Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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