Chrome Leaves

She’s a wedge of light
cleaving the shackles
thorns of confinement
those binding doubts
growing on the spines
of many chrome leaves
She’s a shears maiden
garden clippers flash
pruning overgrowth
until branches bear
less metallic fruit

K. Shawn Edgar | Chromed Bush | Hedger | Dollar Store Poet

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