even
a small
purple artichoke
boiled
in its
own bittered
and
darkening
waters
grows
tender,
grows
tender and sweet
patience,
I think,
my
species
keep
testing the spiny leaves
the
spiny heart
It’s Trump day. This is an American poem by a very non-Trumpian
poet (born in Manhattan, educated at Princeton, Zen Buddhist). Published 2015.
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