Today's poem is by A. E. Stallings
Nettles
March: pinked leaflets sprout
from nooks and chinks, peeking out
like shy faith from doubt,like spring from winter.
Surprising still, how tender
they start, and render,with pale green pardons,
vacant lots, sudden gardens,
till summer hardenshis hot argument,
and gentleness is spent, spent,
nor will dust relent.Then the nettles wedged
by pots on the window ledge
lash out like a grudgeat blind blundersherb,
like hate or love, barb by barb,
grown from noun to verb.
Copyright © 2006 A. E. Stallings All rights reserved
from Hapax
Triquarterly Books
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