Today's poem is by Lisa Russ Spaar
Obituarial, novelty's wattage
whetted, lacquered sparks
all reading the same book,
wedded to every mirroring meld.
I'm dizzy, but not with jealousy
this go-round. Why hemorrhage heaven?
Bees, yellow molars,
bluntly graze the dogwood's
greeny infant stars,
promiscuous & intent.
But, Evergreen, woolen boltage,
truest friend: ravel & persist
in this quailing, pastel time.
Recall our very first. Our broken rhyme.
Copyright © 2014 Lisa Russ Spaar All rights reserved
from Hampden-Sydney Poetry Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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