What is not necessary
Wednesday
Snail tracks on concrete—
the night’s messages written
in shiny star trails.
One can never know
the weight of wartime without
the burden of peace.
Fog skims the meadow.
Nothing moves that can be seen.
Without and within.
The gardener trims
what is not necessary;
Shall I do the same?
The day’s chores await.
One by one I dismiss them.
Poet’s privilege.
the night’s messages written
in shiny star trails.
One can never know
the weight of wartime without
the burden of peace.
Fog skims the meadow.
Nothing moves that can be seen.
Without and within.
The gardener trims
what is not necessary;
Shall I do the same?
The day’s chores await.
One by one I dismiss them.
Poet’s privilege.
Joseph Gallo
March 20, 2013
March 20, 2013
post-time 10:52 AM
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