Poem #8 Banquet
We have waited for this day. We didn’t know what we’d been missing Until we drove out of town, through the last color–– Bursts of yellows and oak-tawny leaves The…
November 9, 2018
#9 Onion
posted November 9, 2018
They say it’s like an onion
This work
You slice through layer after layer
To get to a core
Is there a core to an onion?
They forgot to tell you
About the inevitable tears
This onion-cutting requires
Layer after layer of tears
Is there a core to the tears?
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