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back down the mountain,
your tubers and your seed.
I have penance yet,
for the Edens I scorned in youth,
for the garlic that I let grow
under my left heel,
and the onion, under my right.
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If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
Life: Now and Then
If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
Very powerful! I really like this one, Steven :)
ReplyDeleteYou pack a lot in a few words. How fitting - the garlic and onion reference.
ReplyDeleteI liked this a lot!
ReplyDeleteviscous time
Clever and powerful piece, beauifully written.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry resonates with me, to the core. More. I need more.
ReplyDeletelove the flow.
ReplyDeletegarlic on left, onion on right,
what a funny sight...
smiles.
A wonderfully layered piece. It sends me thinking and looping.
ReplyDeleteThis captures the patience of a gardener, somehow ... he has to wait for things to appear in their own season.
ReplyDelete.. and you have time, my friend.
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