Thursday, December 29, 2016
FAY DILLOF, "BLOSSOM" (ISSUE 14)
Either grief has no shape,
sneaks through the cracks
like a poisonous gas
or I was born
forgotten. Nurses fed me milk, scotch-
taped a ribbon to my head.
It probably wasn’t so bad.
Just a little bit
arbitrary. As arbitrary as this
February morning when,
driving home and not wanting
to get there, I passed a Magnolia exploding
so pink, I was brought to my knees
in unrehearsed worship. God,
how it hurt–– seeing it; how close
that was to being seen.
ABOUT THE POET
Fay Dillof has had poems selected for publication in Field, New Ohio Review, Bellevue Literary Review, and Shadowgraph.
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