Clipping – a poem by Peggy Hammond

a small twig
from your sweet
Betsy bush
the final time
I stood in 
our yard,
familiar as
the lines
traveling my
own palm,
I imagine
I am taking 
you with me
hours away
from this home
now owned 
by others.
All winter
I baptize you
with water,
brown stick,
quite dead.
In spring
I plant you,
I’ve done all 
I can.
By summer
you take
off, lifting
leaf hands
to the heavens,
passing the
with a laugh.

Peggy Hammond’s poetry is featured or forthcoming in The LyricistOberon PoetryHigh Shelf PressSan Antonio ReviewInkletteWest Trade ReviewRogue AgentGinosko Literary Journal, and Trouvaille Review.  Her full-length play A Little Bit of Destiny was produced by OdysseyStage Theatre in Durham, North Carolina.

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