When the Trees were Bare

Bellman’s Pick
Carol Lynn Grellas


I would have held a single leaf
between my own two fingers
outside her bedroom window
in the rain, until I could no longer
stand the cold and damp anymore,
if a single leaf, clinging desperately,
to what she thought a tree,
would have undone all the damage
the doctors did, the day they said
there was no cure
and took her hope away.

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Carol Lynn Grellas is a two-time Pushcart nominee and the author of two chapbooks: Litany of Finger Prayers, from Pudding House Press and Object of Desire newly released from Finishing Line Press. She is widely published in magazines and online journals including most recently, The Smoking Poet, Oak Bend Review and Flutter, with work upcoming in decomP, Thick with Conviction, Poetry Midwest and Best of Boston Literary Magazine. She lives with her husband, five children and a blind dog named Ginger. E-mail: clgrellas[at]aol.com

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