Love Beyond Disaster A sonnet is a vision placed in words like a mobile of string and wire from which there

dangles delicate fire breath to raise a flame and sharpen a sword whose blade, red and glowing, becomes an edge wielding all the carbon of a forest clear cut and ravaged, yet it doesn’t rest for its seedlings appear, leaf-flowered, sedge, holding its own branches and self-embraced it recalls its canopy grown wider and entwined with plants and animals--sure, sterling, embossed in its own language: lace sewn as thread into a thirteenth line where there has long grown love beyond disaster.

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