A
Love
his
birthplace among
the
trees and slanted sunlight
not
far from the beach
he
opened her womb
compassionately
which led
to
emerald moss
an
early love and
my
blessing sticks to your back
coffee,
cradle, mint
last
hours of darkness
to
the river please pull him
through
dawn’s birth canal
something
more than a
gold
watch or a necktie an
eternal
asking
Benedette
Palazzola
Benedette Palazzola has published her
poetry in Hanging Loose, POEM, the Jewish Literary Journal, Come and Go
Literary, and Bonsai Haiku Journal. In addition to writing poetry she makes
quilt art.
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Poetry