By: Shelia Packa
Duluth's Poet Laureate :)
let me give enough of myself away
let me hold nothing so close
I can not release it.....
like breath that comes into the body
the way water leaves the shore
like love you've spent
the warmth of the shoulder
what softens the face
or gathers behind sorrow
gravity that presses light inside
what doesn't resign in its reaching
but pauses for breath
a deep and awkward question
what is sealed in its tomb
what gains in its diminishing
let me keep nothing back
not the dead
not the broken seed cases
not the torn letters
love breathing in the palm
as I tear at the earth
not the vine
root, relinquished blossom
not the broken pot
shattered mirror
not the stone
not the promise or rose
but give it all, all.....
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