A Golden Shovel poem inspired by:
“There is only one question. How to love this world?
I think of her rising like a black and leafy ledge
to sharpen her claws against the silence of the trees”From “Spring” by Mary Oliver
By Monty Vern
No. Why? Love?
Yes! In this
Yes. Falling in love? No, rising
In love like
Pumpernickel. Slow and heavy? Yes. And?
Sprouting like a leafy
Vegetable in a sunny window garden’s ledge.
What end? To sharpen
Life’s knife! To feel her
My skin. To draw out the
Cries from the silence.
To shake every last leaf off of
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