(shaken by your beauty, shaken by your beauty: Paterson, WCW)
Pomona is a Woman and City
She stands up in a library glass case
the fruit she extends on her palm glistens
while across the avenue a long day
casts no shadow on protected children
though it may burn, squelch, and singe with anger
the boys and the girls no longer wonder
“who will keep us safe from government?”
For she is tall made of marble carved clear
heroic, able, she banishes evil
the hems of her skirt mercy embroidered
no furrow appears in her memory
for peace, beauty, prosperity, and wealth
will bless all the people what they have tilled
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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