Costel Iarca  © 2008 All Rights Reserved

I leave you the Cosmos

arcing for light under dark

wrap of jasmine.
I leave you early

fireworks crackling, snap
peas lengthening, the honeyed

sun. I leave you quickening
to twig crack, black

bird rasp, coyotes’ maniacal
laugh. I leave you

September’s half-eaten moon.
I leave you barely

fledged.
I leave you fallen

apples in sacks, green,
unblushed, blistered & cracked.

One tree of hard luck, three
seasons of bruised fruit.

 

Ronda Broatch
Copyright © 2008

 

Ronda Broatch is the author of Shedding Our Skins, (Finishing Line Press, 2008), and Some Other Eden, (2005). Nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Web, Ronda is the recipient of a 2007 Artist Trust GAP Grant. One of her poems appeared recently on Verse Daily.


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