By S.T. Brant

So Dante hears Francesca 
Say the hurricane is worth
The hell for Paolo.
Dante says that any hell 
Is worth Francesca,
There is no sin in love, 
God’s in error. So he fainted
On the bluff before the storm,
Blacked out with the doubt
That in wretched coterie
Could seat him there.

So I’ve stumbled on the Tree of Love,
Its leaves drop the lessons of our literature.

S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas. Pubs in/coming from EcoTheo, Timber, Door is a Jar, Santa Clara Review, Rain Taxi, New South, Green Mountains Review, Another Chicago Magazine, Ekstasis, 8 Poems, a few others. You can find him on Twitter or Instagram.