Tuesday, June 4, 2013

A COMPARISON USING LIKE OR AS

Stony little
pinecone (heaven
help me) we're
a lot alike—
but I don't
mean simply
spiny
silent
stranded—out here on the pavement;
I mean,
because we've got
tall dreams—spiky to guard
the very
idea of unremitting
green—
I mean,
the way we wait,
a little
desiccated, quiet
for something mighty
big to happen
not to us
but through us,
not because
of what
we were—
because of

what we gave.

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