Thursday, February 10, 2022

grandeur

No more the slab to 

hide the bones, 

the roots and shoots

split the stones resting 

tenuous upon plot and curb,

the sidewalk cracked, the wide

wasted drive spitting 

green and wild in this, 

the warming world. So

there’s nothing to be said

these words and phrases 

claimed as exception 

only a rule of thumb, 

what is and what’s to come 

urgent only to the conceits of

flesh and wonder while 

the earth pulls us under,

sentiment no match for sediment,

no tongue to hold my name.

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