Many Knees Poem by Val Morehouse

Many Knees



Shocked by sudden tenderness I lift
your gangling body, Many Knees,
from within the closing door jam.
Ah. Squish not the bigness you have so
patiently achieved the long, fly-laden summer.

I grieve the way it will explode
its shroud into a thousand living beads hanging
on the neck of spring. Will I, or they remember
how silken were the dark corners of things,
webs of light only one of us can survive?

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