Yester saw
the bud
of tender greenness
pregnant,
perched on
limb’s delivery stool.
Today’s eye,
unpeeled,
views
the craggy
fingernails of
November
seeking to
wrench the
life,
stillborn,
from its
issuing womb.
3/30/88
©1988 Steve Eulberg
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