Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Garden Ghost

It was a bad year for grapes
The summer was too cold
For anything but low-hanging fruit
And I walked in my dreams
Holding out my desperate hands
For clusters even I had to jump for
Unfortunately, I was not the only ghost in the garden


This is a love poem. Really. Happy belated Valentine's Day.

3 comments:

  1. Beautiful in emotion, construction, meter, really... all round. Do you submit to journals and such?

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  2. Thanks Ben! I don't actually, but I should. The New Yorker maybe? Get one of those great "rejection slip" bookmarks? ;-)

    You are welcome, Superhero.

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