How I Feel About Topiary Poem by Joy Katz

How I Feel About Topiary



No woman holds her arms like this. A garden must come
up like full-blown crows. A garden of grown-up trees and sawblades.
Broken fences and maneuvers.
No birdseed. No recitals.

Saturday, June 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: woman
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Joy Katz

Joy Katz

United States / New Jersey
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