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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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Mag 56, 'Still Fallen'


Photo: Tess Kincaid
Carry your saplings
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.

9 comments:

  1. Very powerful! I really like this one, Steven :)

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  2. You pack a lot in a few words. How fitting - the garlic and onion reference.

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  3. Clever and powerful piece, beauifully written.

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  4. Your poetry resonates with me, to the core. More. I need more.

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  5. love the flow.

    garlic on left, onion on right,
    what a funny sight...

    smiles.

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  6. A wonderfully layered piece. It sends me thinking and looping.

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  7. This captures the patience of a gardener, somehow ... he has to wait for things to appear in their own season.

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  8. .. and you have time, my friend.

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