poetry

Barter
by Ernesto Superal Yee

Through the kitchen window I see,
His clouds of dark hair
Shaking morning sweat
As sheer strength of spade
Shoves and opens earth.

Knowledge born, not bred,
Perceives that under sprawling grass
Irriguous earth can uphold
Love’s arbor.

This is us-
Exchange of two ceded worlds:
Pounds of flesh yielding to grace,
Reduced to sizes
Of fourth fingers,
Where each circled bond
Traps the pure glow
Of moons and distant sun.

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