Stapled Into Place - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
A rock falls from the sky,
the earth putz out its glove,
and catches it.
THE dark clouds are pregnent with tears,
so they can fill the rivers,
A egg breaks wide open, and in
it, a brand new child.
REPAIR, the daffodels sing,
repair, the children sing,
repair, for this is our only home.
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