TWO POEMS by Leonard Gontarek, featured on Life As Activism • Cleaver Magazine
Philadelphia smelled like Vermont today, after light rain. A fly buzzed four or five clusters of crocus. The sky draped with gray. There are no stones in the Jewish cemetery under the new president. Our hearts are broken in half, evenly. Lord, teach us how to care. The branches are blurred like webs and ask me to come in. I am only a poet. Am I holy enough? more