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Ed's Poem
      (for Ed Bennett)
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

One thousand crickets chirped
down in the yard
the last cherry blossom
drifted from branch
fell to mossy ground.

The tears won't spill
somewhere up inside her nose
they prickle
like ginger-ale
like wasabi

Her heart is laden with sorrow

Her throat tightens into
a red silken thread of knots

If only tears were cherry blossoms
and her eyes deciduous
she would have dispelled them
long ago in the cricket filled night

when the telegram arrived
telling her he was gone


 

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