The Last Word On Nothing

2 thoughts on “Log of everyday resistance”

1. I love this – thank you, Sarah.

   Reminds me of a great poem by Louise Erdrich entitled Thistles.

   Underledge, under tar, under fill
   undercurved blue stone of doorsteps,
   under the aggregate of lakebed rock,
   underloss and under hard words,
   under steamrollers
   under your heart,
   it doesn’t matter.  They can live forever.
   The seeds of thistles
   push from nowhere, forming a rose of spikes
   that spreads all summer until it
   stands in a glory of
   needles, blossoms, blazing
   purple clubs and fists.

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   1. thank you Jill–I love that.

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