GRIEF’S PEOPLE
by JENNIFER BADOT
At the spring equinox my grief spun
the sun’s light into small people.
I gathered them and set them
to live in the ground
to tend the seeds
to pick at them
and burst them.
They were grim
in their work,
though their tiny axes
gleamed. Beneath the new
green that year
it was a factory of tears
that saw the flowers born.
Jennifer Badot is a poet based in Somerville, Massachusetts. Her poems have appeared in The Boston Globe, the Boston Phoenix Literary Supplement, Stuff Magazine, lift, Studia Mystica and elsewhere.