sit straight
uncross your arms
forget about your
penmanship
forget about your
broken heart
for this is
less serious
than you realize,
friend--
this is less of a
crucifixion more like the
scratching of
twig against leaf
in autumn
and the poem isn't
the blood on your hands
the poem is not the trace
the poem is holding the
leaf by its stem and
letting go
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3 comments:
This struck me as very true and very beautiful. There isn't a word out of place, it's quite perfect.
I quite enjoyed this, especially the last stanza.
I really loved the last stanza, and I liked the overall tone of the poem.
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