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“Love” Poems For Kathy Number Twenty-Two

HATRED

We came down to a pond-

the stem of the weed was bleached

but brazen and bold.

Chidden about the air

was a peppering fury of care,

and a wavering strand of gold, but darker and darker

(what tantrums the landscape threw!)

by the dangerous edge of things, we shouted it out. We’re through!

Tears grew.

We spoke

in that murderous murmur that even the sedge

refuses to voice when choked and hassled

by hustling wind blown over, its edge,

we spoke –

but only wild birds awoke to our “haven”

of heaven-hell-roped.

(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)

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