Harms Way Poem by John Andrews

Harms Way



And this poison
if it is to be called that,
gushes through me,
but has no more right than me
to devour the yellow edge
of the baking flower
in the earth,
than it does for me to be
sucking up what's left
of it's water.

Monday, June 11, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: flower
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