Poem

Poem

A clementine
Of inclement climate
Grows tart.

A crocus
Too stoic to open,
Won’t.

Like an oyster
That cloisters a spoil of pearls,
Untouched—

The heart that’s had
Enough
Stays shut.

– Jill Alexander Essbaum

 

damn. like a sharp slap on a cold face.

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