"Power"

by Jeph Johnson

 

 He flaunts his girth as though the power in his strike was Heaven-sent

 Preying on an unprotected, helpless innocent.

 Her feelings grow and then are cut down like a tree...

 He's the lumberjack-of-all-trades lacking civility

 Her dreams drift across the landscape of hopes and fears

 As the clouds of his appearance rain multitudes of tears.

 When he's away the veil is lifted from her face

 Revealing beauty more powerful than the strength of his disgrace.

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1998, 2017

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