A single milk thistle
- jeffpoet
- Apr 26
- 1 min read
A single milk thistle
growing in the schoolyard.
You push up here
as a dull green tongue
poking out of old grey asphalt
from a crack along the canteen wall.
A gentle soft defiance
that draws to its rare affront
no harm from the hundreds of hands
and feet bent on any blunt or mischief.
A renegade and outcast
that cloaks its survival
in futility and ignorance
and draws around existence
a cordon of safe and anonymity.
Completing the cycle of a season
in this small timetable of days
graduating as soft white down
blown to chance just after lunch
on a skittish and unruly wind.
These poems are from my new collection IN THE APRICOT DARKNESS (view the cover and contents below in my recent posts). They are now being published individually, daily under 'recent posts' on my blog and will be available shortly as an eBook that can be read online or downloaded for free.
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