Jan 24, 2009

A Poem by Anna Waterhouse

by Anna Waterhouse

Our country, ‘tis of
            cracked and broken

that we lift
            with tender fingers
bit by jagged bit

           (carefully!) we
lay the shards down

edge by edge and
           side by side
until the faces
           mirrored there
           hopeful, wary, longing,
yours and mine

           and then — at last!

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