Saturday, February 9, 2019

Poetry: Wild Rhubarb

 

Wild Rhubarb

A kiss studied
is so much more beautiful
than a kiss performed.

It gives nothing away.

When I kiss my wife,
I should remember it.
It never was meant to be
a handshake. And why do
we kiss to say goodbye?

These goodbyes lasting,
stretching, crowding the horizon.

A sound is burned but a kiss is alive.
Alive like a moose scarfing wild rhubarb.

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George Cassidy Payne is an independent writer, domestic violence counselor, and adjunct instructor in the humanities at Finger Lakes Community College. George's blogs, essays, letters, poems, and photographs have been published in a wide variety of national and international outlets such as USA Today, The Atlantic, The Wall Street Journal, National Public Radio, The Buffalo News, Albany Times-Union, Syracuse Post Standard, Rochester Democrat & Chronicle, The Toronto Star, The Minority Reporter, Chronogram Journal, Ovi Magazine, CounterPunch, Moria Poetry Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, Adirondack Daily Enterprise, and more.


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