“Troth” by Martha Zweig (poetry, ’98)

A poem by Martha Zweig (poetry, ’98) appears in One:

Troth

As surely as eleven Eastern
gray squirrels twirl twigs
roundabout the parade grounds, I
love you & lash my leaves too.

Yay! until very God Herself
appears slinky in sequins & in full
diatribe roaring No way! will
I assuredly love you.

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