underneath the peppermint trees

9 May

and so we gathered together hand in hand

underneath the peppermint trees

not to dance and sing this time

we gather in grief

the fields had been plowed

and it had rained last night

so much brilliance had been pulled down

into the muddy earth

so much light had been extinguished

pushed down into a place of mystery and promise

of a new day, a new world, a new life

but those of us who gather here

underneath the peppermint trees

can only squeeze each other’s hands

and honor the life that grows within us

ever so larger, bearing fruit

until it feels like we might burst apart

with a sad delight

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