White Blossoms

 

She thought she'd dwell

      in greyness and in fog,

             in the slowly dripping mists that had no end

But...

    sudden in the coolness of a quiet morn

From her rough and blackened side

 

    white blossoms burst.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Jo Anzalone

April 6, 2007

 

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