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29 JUNE 2013

This morning I wrote six versions of a new poem inspired by my most recent turnpike commute. Here is the sixth version.


A few feet from the blue Madonna

it nuzzles, tugs

branches, furthest it can reach,

clearing a view

of the cross, arresting attention

of drivers.

Tomorrow they pass baskets

in pews, June hangs

a leaf lower, chicory heads

quiver from weights

of raindrops.  The Virgin Mary

weeps, say some,

over perishing hind, hart,

pregnant doe,

the fawn slayer’s lapse.


About ThereseLBroderick

Independent community poet living in Albany, New York USA.

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