In the Fifth Month of Lockdown I Plant Clematis The shovel, striking a root, thunked all the way down to my moist heart. An acolyte, I knelt to bury the plant to its neck. Blame me for trusting coincidence more than fate. Hold me responsible for rose thorns. The sloping yard hoards the memory of … Continue reading Three Poems by John Minczeski
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