After Hopkins
By Trevor Logan Posted in Poetry on July 4, 2013 0 Comments 1 min read
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Only as time do I breathe
spindly branches
in
fall’s hoped inscapements.
Our hands,
feathered veins,
inhale ichor and
work with Cain.

Like life
in another
garden’s fall do I dread
this withered withdraw.
A portent leaf’s expansion
must grow in every direction
to tell the sun of sky
its impending death and
resurrection.


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