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Grey Sparrow Journal

Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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A FIGHT

 

A thin crack has grown up

In the unending circle of love

Around my finger, invisible to

The untrained onlooker and even

To the expert: the outward face

Unblemished, until one day the

Thread erupts into a fractured maw

To gorge itself on broken symbolism.

 

I slip it on and off, twirling, flipping

Silver karma: marital microcosm or

Mere artifact? It’s hard to say when

I’m out here writing poetry and

You’re in there struggling to sleep.

But we are both too foolish, and yet

Not fools enough to abandon our

Tight arguments and embrace

Folly’s wisdom of surrender.

 

                           -Jonathan Waldroup


 




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