Poem for the Hammers


Purple petals dot the vine, scramble
from the ground, and bound over the fence.

Yellow roses burst open, colossal,
weighing the climber, maintaining

a status quo. I return from poetry
twice drawn and enlarged.

–Sukany 3 May 2012

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