plastic attributesA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
tulips
bursting through the white blanket bare trees seem confused the buds lie in wait frozen to their wits end intelligence is a blade
of grass leaning toward a cold
sun demoralized by the trick when will the green
serene scene paint itself into our
lives we are artists with
pallets contrived to a tepid scam of sorts i so want those flowers to be real. erin-cilberto 4/19/18 © 2018 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on April 20, 2018Last Updated on April 20, 2018 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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