Away from the Trade

From one raised under cold, manipulative mercantilism, to one whose love flows unconditionally, an expression of bewildered, half-doubting wonder.

Photograph by Brandon Coughlin

Have you always felt this way?

Have you always felt the sway of the ages,

the drifting and drafting of loose-leaf pages,

in limbs ever-creaking from far-flung breeze?

Have you always stood firm as the trees?

And was it for trust you bared root, or treason?

Where broken road staggered my praise of the season,

the colors and forms, you smiled at my apt expense.

One smile could disarm my defense.

And how is it one so unyielding in storm

could bend to a whisper so gentle and warm

when the children can’t help but inquire?

In perspective, is nothing so dire?

And is it for love you bear fruit, or bargain?

To one who was raised in the Trade, with its jargon,

sincerity seldom is looked-for.

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Joel Crow
Joel Crow

My life in a literature timeline: Goosebumps - The Hobbit - The Lord of the Rings - Charles Dickens Novels - Les Miserables - Agatha Christie Mysteries - C.S. Lewis - Asimov's Foundation Series - Historical Nonfiction and Politics

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