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Issue # 5 September 2011
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

BD Feil

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Am I to nurture this tree or am I to fight it
its suckers waiting for me every morning
like so many eyebrows in my morning mirror

am I to stand over it through the summer
pinching at rumors squelching independence
laying ruin to its first tremors of initiative

am I to protect it from all pestilence
from rampant disease from grazing teeth
from painful rejection from damaging jealousy

am I to answer yes to all these questions
I put to myself and no to all those
this sapling's shining leaves tip to my turned face