wilderness trash heap
all around the broken clock
wild lilies

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Margarita Engle

Margarita Engle is the Cuban-American author of young adult novels in verse, including The Surrender Tree, which received the first Newbery Honor ever awarded to a Latino. Her most recent book is Hurricane Dancers, the First Caribbean Pirate Shipwreck.

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  1. “trail of tears”-

    nunna daul isunyi
    the trail where we cried

    never a subject more worthy of tears
    nor treated with more tender
    and affecting sentiment

    every letter written with a tear
    every word the sob of a broken heart

    yet, he does not forget that a covenant God still reigns *

    *thoughts on the cherokee nation’s resettlement, and “words” reflecting jeremiah’s lamentation

  2. For me there’s no sorrow here. The significance is just LIFE, in any form (in this case flowers). The clock isn’t ticking, but the lilies are growing. Still.

  3. Margarita,
    _I agree with Gosia. Lilies care nothing about our time’s gauge or of its ticks and tocks, their cycles simply carry on. That, I think, is the circular contrary… of your insightful haiku.
    _Our sense of time… is the eddy it leaves as it passes us by.
    _M

  4. time: a nonspatial(not having space) continuum(that which is continuous, no separate parts evident) in which events/nonevents occur in IRREVERSIBLE succession…

    what if…
    there was no day nor night
    only the twinkling of the stars

    the haiku, lasting for a moment

    broken clock
    on the dusty mantel
    correct once today–
    once tonight

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