Hiram Larew


A PLATE OF COOKIES

Hate is really useful
In a roundabout way
It’s the very rocks in streams
We love
Or the hidden and dried up stem that holds all
The grapes together
And for an eternity and more
It’s the lightning overhead

In the same vein
If no hasn’t come by to visit much lately
Then something’s wrong
Just ask the little birds on twigs outside
Because they all live with the comfort of worry
And every window around us likes grey

Right down at the core
There’s something grown up about ugly
Something that makes sadness completely sure
Taken to its tip what’s hurtful is helpful
In fact if there’s any doubt about it
Just ask anyone who’s nearly finished
Something they’ve never wanted to do at all.

Previously published in The Mad Poets Review




Location: Upper Marlboro, Maryland
Email: HLAREW@JUNO.COM







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