Wednesday Poem

I almost typed “Thursday”–it’s really hard to tell what day it is this week, anyone else?–but this is a good (recent) one from Jane Hirshfieled.

 

My Species

even
a small purple artichoke
boiled
in its own bittered
and darkening
waters
grows tender,
grows tender and sweet

patience, I think,
my species

keep testing the spiny leaves

the spiny heart