Saturday, June 20, 2009

Bad Seed

It kept well, conserved
In the niggard's dark pantry,

Till prosperity undid the latch,
And off it went spoiling,

Spilling into the light,
To be preserved

For posterity.

(First published in NO/ON: journal of the short poem, Spring 2009.)

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