Tuesday, November 22, 2016

oxidation





there is rust
in the garden.
i can see it clearly
from my kitchen window.
the iron angel still flies,
but her wings
are oxidizing badly.
and the links
in the chain that holds up
the world—
that fragile blue sphere
of glass breathed
from the heart and lungs
of some unsung
artist—
the links in the chain
that holds up the world
are threatened by
the blight.
yet—
they persevere.
i am a witness to their
valiant fight against
the power of the elements.

i am a witness.

—Leslie Young, 2016

1 comment:

Loree said...

You even manage to make rust sound like something good :)