Glimpsing Silverstein's Truth Poem by Andrew Lee

Glimpsing Silverstein's Truth



Our eyes dark with hunting, we ignore the place

where the sidewalk ends. But the green garden rests quietly there,

even when a samurai pierces us at the red massacre ground.

Thursday, December 25, 2014
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