EARTH DAY
by J McNamara
Because she is cloud stuff
And hummingbird wing
They’re screaming steel at her
Where she is pollen and shimmer
Where she’s all bumble bee
They’re building barricades
Laying down the tarmac
No wonder she peels away
Layers of skin no wonder
She pulls out strands of hair
Hanging them in branches
Because she’s all soft syllable
They ring her in with wire
Still she contains them
Fruit and seed
Where she is honey
They bring in the brass
Where she is apple
The weight of the press
Where she is fragrant
The concrete asylum
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© Jacalyn McNamara 2017
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