Twice already
the neighbors have mowed their lawn
each time edging into my uncut yard
as if to say, it's time, past time.
Amid the dead daffodils,
scraggly grasses, dandelions, buttercups
and weeds there are lots and lots
of tiny delicate violets.
She cried when I decapitated
the violets; and today,
on a beautiful spring afternoon
I too am crying.
Peter Goodwin
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Morning rain persuaded
ReplyDeletethe wedding planner she
sets up chairs indoors.
A Hawaiian rainbow
arched between clouds
swinging them aside for the sun
shine sponging
white guest chairs
mushroomed in the grass.
The sun set
leaving only wet
on my face
saying I do.
May Kuroiwa
Another bloody evening gift
ReplyDeleteanother rodent stilled,
delicate tail curved like a question mark
white belly, red neck
I take it back outside
place it in pine needles,
under a bowl,
where months later its skull will emerge
like an autumn egg.
Maggie Creshkoff