I go out and apologize to the leaves.
I’m sorry, I say. I love the way you shake in the wind.
The way you uncrinkle in the spring.
I wish you could fill the room of the man in power
who doesn’t believe you’re in danger.
But all you can do is line up
so that each of you
gets a chance
at the light.
Not one of you blocks the sun
of the one underneath.
Copyright 2017 Ellery Akers
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Ellery Akers & Michael Simms, AWP Minneapolis 2015
(photo by Jill Kandel)
I love this poem! Thank you, Ellery. Poems like this one are so essential right now, and so life-giving.
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Thank you, thank you Ellery! This poem is so perfect for this moment and we needed it so much. Only you could have such a gentle, delicate touch.
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