The Quarrel Poem by Steven Federle

The Quarrel



'Let no one hope to find in contemplation an escape from conflict, from anguish or from doubt.' Thomas Merton

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Words spoken drift like
mustard gas, doubt burning like
webs, unexpected

spiders brush my ears,
slip into my eyes as blind-
ly I run away.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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