Abuelo - Peter Volsky
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A Grief Sublime
-Leah Acosta
Her grief had tilled deep furrows in her forehead,
copiously irrigated by
fresh bursts of tears. A thunderclap of hoarsely
throated anguish shattered silence. "WHY?"
The question broke sardonic teeth as clenched
as fists imprisoning the sodden tissue
remnants. Eyes beleaguered and entrenched
by swollen lids now capsize and then issue
saline tears. Fecundity of grief
can sow the arsenic seeds of bitterness
or bear the sweeter fruits of peace, relief --
so civilized a crop from wilderness.
A time to plant, a time to reap, a time
to laugh, a time to weep. A grief sublime.
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