Friday, June 09, 2006

Crush

You've grown away from me now--
curled up upon yourself
like a faded fern frond
once moist and green beneath my fingers
and
now you are
crispy
crackled and bleak
crumbled in the palm of my hand
--so fragile
you are,
beneath my crush.

2 comments:

  1. your poetry is SO GOOD!

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  2. Anonymous24 June, 2006

    I love the phrase crispy
    crackled and bleak.


    This is a wonderful poem.

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