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Asparagus

Thin straight-spined pencil,             thistle-tipped                rod

                 ramming skyward                              from                shocked dirt mound

 

                 where winter’s rain                 exposed                a strange cluster

                                        of root,          brittle knot                of vein. Thumbnail

 

                                  pressed against             tender membrane             gives, weeps

                                               wet over                            fingertips,            snaps clean

 

at the wound that tastes most raw                         and green                and sweet.
Posted 03/26/14
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