Assisi: An Online Journal of Arts & Letters Volume 4, Issues 1 & 2 | Page 11

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NOELLE ADAMO

SUSTAINABILITY
Come to me all bud,
then open, already hot
enough in March to, you know,
slap me with a fragrance
to forego the freeze of January forever.
Give it to me all mixed up.
Call me out in search of snow
after years of nothing to bring us
to blankets and fire so I can find you
married by white and moonlight
after miles of walking south, or north,
the compass doesn't matter,
only my warm breath,
and the rose in your hand.
Pour on more waterfalls.
Let the fields flood again this Fall
and river the crops away.
Let us pretend we have nothing
to do with it and dive into a stream
of pumpkins to grasp the feel
of something round, like the earth,
that we can wrap our arms around
for dear life until we find land.
But then the earthquakes will begin,
and when the gardens overgrow
by June and the vines bind us
to each other and to the trees
we will learn of Wild again,
for certain this time,
and of connection, lasting.

!!Assisi!!!5!