TIRED MEN OF THE ASHES

by November 4, 2019 0 comments

The manifest of my dreams
in spring
is written cool, bland,
lyrically lazy
about the green shrubbery
and the yellow brown roses
come ugly upon a trailer park Easter

…a bit of leafy stem
sticks its head above
the loam

and this is our Jesus!, our poetry!

editors note:

Jesus in every flower. Resurrection in every Spring. – mh clay

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