A Poem Does What It Can

This will be the last, I tell myself
last chop of the onion
last tick of the clock

how do buried things become blooms
I wonder aloud, and then silently I know
I know – they do not see their birth coming

this makes nothing of the world
more bearable than a moment before

like a child lost
in war – indifference, sweet plume of endings

absence doesn’t need faith
it has teeth, fertile ground
it gets around

This will be the last, I tell no one
but I don’t believe it.

There is more than we know
pushing its way up through the floor

into light.

James Diaz is the author of This Someone I Call Stranger (Indolent Books, 2018) as well as the founding editor of Anti-Heroin Chic. Their poems have appeared in Yes, Poetry, Gone Lawn, The Collidescope and Thimble Literary Magazine. They live by the simple but true motto that “feelings matter” every shape and size of feeling. They believe that every small act of kindness makes an often unseen but significant difference in someone’s life and hope that their poems are a small piece of that.

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