Monday, July 7, 2014

Hope Triolet

Hope is the hardest love we carry - Jane Hirshfield

It's a five-gallon bucket of six-penny nails,
left out in the weather to fill up with rain
and rust ‘til you wonder, "Just what in the hell?
It's a five-gallon bucket of six-penny nails?"

Another worthless red weight, an all-else that fails,
another shove in your back in front of the train,
it's a five-gallon bucket of six-penny nails.
Left out in the weather, it fills up with rain.




Eclectica Magazine - Summer 2014

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