NaPM April 4th 2019

[Tracy Mitchell]

Thanks for the kind words of welcome and encouragement.  


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So Obtuse I Weep Every Day

Leaves cling to branches like
detainees clasp fencing.

A red cylinder of explosives
stands upright in the back garden
beside a sapling, connected with
cloth strips to hold the sapling upright
– to make it grow straight

toward a vacant gray sky.  

Over and over the land
becomes infested.