Jason Silverstein


While others filled the town square,
we splashed like bandits
through the prairie fields, crab grass
deadlands, hot in pursuit
of something good as love.

I was for her laying hands
over rime-damp infant
meadow. She was taking
on the world, fire-walking
across the unfenced plane.

For one moment, you feel
you understand the narcosis
of love. Isnít it wonderful
to think so? How you happen
to grow young, wiser for the wear.
Planting things that the wind
never plants.

Jason Silverstein is a student at The Pennsylvania State University and is studying English and Philosophy. His poetry has recently appeared in "can we have our ball back?." He is presently completing his first manuscript, tentatively titled "Blow Your Trumpet, Gabriel."


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