The Innisfree Poetry Journal
by Laura Manuelidis
Drifts incorrigibly along the beach
of Atlantic tides we lived. Attempted to resist
Crystal of sharp time
Lodges beneath our defenses, still enters with its impossible insomnia
of our moments together, you, and I,
Joined by veteran grass
After spring rains, when the hardy mint invades
Crushed in blood's Bourbon.
Irreverent, the pyramids of evergreens survive.
This bush I planted last year studs my hands
in a semicircular garden of unanticipated thorns.
or the barricades of memory in the residence of monuments:
Yards of loyalty, these white stones.
If it is, or was, a cross
Or a lonely star,
or a now abstract design.
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