Transparent Words - Poetry


LB Sedlacek
Wedding Vows For Ferns

Sledgehammers were waiting
to take the body while hope
was on vacation at the beach.
The structure was old and caving in
sagging wood, chipped brick.  Too
many neglected mortgage payments.
Too many discarded nails, scraps.
The ferns stood in salute -- at perfect
attention while the statutes stood on
either side discussing porcupines and
commitment - exchanging vows with
florists while the guests applauded and
sweated through the tangle of sunshine,
and the odor of wet tainted feet.




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