We Blossom
We Blossom
Like well-dressed zombies
wrongdoers threaten from cracked
windows, their broken
treaties masked as 30 second
political ads. This morning
my nephew’s first permanent
tooth like a scrap
of china jutted from his delicate
pink gum. I turned off cable, mixed
up a Caesar salad & blasted
mariachi to celebrate his immaculate
flowering. Today is not a day
for fighting. I have put down
my placards, halted
my rhetoric. Tomorrow,
perhaps I’ll throw a keg
party for justice & truth. I must carve
time for the gap toothed six
year old who wants to hold
hands with me in the rain. I peak
into a possible future where atomic
infernos are a child’s
game & surprise—my battle worn
reader, my undaunted
peacemonger—we blossom.
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love personal address in final stanza
oh that we could all just blossom for a bit
An ode to turning things off so we can be in the important moments. Well said!
So many great images, but my favorite is: “my nephew’s first permanent/tooth like a scrap/of china jutted from his delicate/pink gum. “
I related complete to this line. The feeling of slowing down for more important things.
I must carve
time for the gap toothed six
year old who wants to hold
hands with me in the rain. I peak
into a possible future where atomic
infernos are a child’s
game & surprise…
This is beautiful. I particularly enjoyed the “tooth like a scrap/of china…”
I like the toughness of the first stanza, which paves the way for the reconciling instinct that follows. And I want to be at that keg party.
lucky nephew to have such and aunt who can celebrate “his immaculate/ flowering”
This is wonderful. I love the line between ideals and a little hand worth pausing for