Sunday, April 25, 2010

NaPoWriMo 15

After the Marriage


Even the vegetable garden has its own narrative.
Watch as I dismantle this eyesore:
A mound of dirt and rock bordered
by cinder blocks. Good intentions,
terrible execution. Nothing about it leveled
or anchored, and the netting of backyard oaks
kept the light from conversing with the basil,
the tomatoes that rotten on the vine.
Nothing left here but the detritus
of last fall’s leaves and in the far corner
a profusion of chive, green and vibrant,
enough to make me think, just for a instant,
there’s something worth saving.

3 comments:

Stephanie Goehring said...

Love this.

Jessie Carty said...

wonderful work. i really like the line break

Nothing left here but the detritus /
of last fall’s leaves and in the far corner

just great!

caroleesherwood said...

dear january:

you have made me very powerful. please come back for me after the month is done.

thank you.

love,
your poem

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