Still This Grief - A Dear Incomprehension Poem Poem by Warren Falcon

Still this grief


trees just below

where I will leap


blossom brightly

as does the

sun burst from

cloud dark


such sheen on

fragile things

blossom-flung


branches ripped

to street last night


the high howl

(or

was that me)


even this urban

crawl space sheer

utter

brilliance


daresay


Beauty


such would be blasphemy
not to say it to give praise

entire body the entire
crawl space the planet
nothing but grief

grief

all grief and quandry

unanswerable