This earth at fallow.

            A year when weeds prevail.

Whose roots,

            less deep than shallow,

Cannot penetrate the shale—           

            hard and unyielding.

A flower doomed to fail,

            to dance in the wind

                        and flail

                                    in the sun.

A lonely tale

            of oblivion.



Fall 1995


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