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I

As the sequence of lily-of-the-valley to iris
To bleeding heart then rose
Leads to fall’s gladiolas
We hope that life
Even encircled by death
Commences

To opening
At least some stray sunbeam on the wall,
And deer’s ruckus among trees behind the garden.

II

Even trees destroyed by storm
Gain an afterlife
In the campfires and bonfires,
Red flames admired.

III

Shells washed up on shore,
Abandoned homes
Iridescent mother-of-pearl
Salvaged, crafted into jewelry.

IV

Five million dead.
Will life blossom
Into something more
Beautiful
Useful?
Will we learn Kindness?

– Debbie Trantow

 

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After living most of her life in Chicago, Debbie K. Trantow returned to her rural Wisconsin roots, where she finds her spirituality by engaging with nature. She holds an MFA from the University of Minnesota and has been published in many literary magazines. Her chapbook, Hearing Turtle’s Words, was published by Spoon River Poetry Press. She’s taught English at the University of Minnesota and the University of Wisconsin. Currently she tutors troubled youth in Polk County, Wisconsin. More of her poems and photos can be found on Facebook.

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