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| Resurrection Fern on a live oak branch, Charleston, SC |
In our days we will live
Like our ghosts will live...
Pitching glass at the cornfield crows
And folding clothes
Like stubborn boys across the road
We'll keep everything...
Grandma's gun and the black bear claw
That took her dog
When sister Laurie says, "Amen"
We won't hear anything...
The ten-car trains will take that word
That fledgling bird
And the fallen house across the way
It'll keep everything...
The baby's breath
Our bravery wasted and our shame
And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern
In our days we will say
What our ghosts will say...
We gave the world what it saw fit
And what'd we get?
5 comments:
We have those here, too. Now I know what they are called. :-)
A frond in need is a frond indeed.
It is. We've had such a humid warm winter it seems to be in it's glory.
It's a good name.
Good one!
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