Thursday, July 31, 2014

You can't stop Greta's poetry week, you can only hope to contain it

From College Misery, July 20, 2011


bad summer haiku


I.

until today, i
thought reassigned time sounded
lovely. i was wrong.


II.

summer. dragonfly
hovers, dashes, drowsily
returns. suddenly

i rise, scalded air,
the baptismal waves scorching
redemption into

my lungs, forcing the
grace abandoned years ago
to surface, etching

myself onto my
own skin, iridescent, wing'd,
free...as summer breaks.

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