Joy by Joseph T. Barbarese

sometimes appears where nothing was
as wildflowers will
suddenly there in the afterstorm
on the banks of ragged hills

just as a passing trucker,
roaring by, happens to look
past the angles of his fingernails
and the cover of the matchbook

between his teeth, and asks himself
what’s new in that old field
and feels his lonely surprised heart
shaken, and maybe healed.

From: https://www.cortlandreview.com/issue/10/barbarese10.htm

Date: 2000

By: Joseph T. Barbarese (1948- )

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