fertility
after the lights went out
and the snow plows were grounded
the people took their arms
and left for the country
to find fuel for the fire
a decade later and a
generation forsaken
all the little girls turned into mothers
sooner than anyone
could ever have imagined
december two thousand twelve
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That is a hard, sharp poem, my friend, and there isn’t a wasted word. Bravo.
Thanks so much, Steve, appreciate you stopping by. 🙂