Thursday, August 20, 2009

After the Marriage

by Laurie Zimmerman


Here I am in the yard
standing at the edge of the garden—
this used to be yarrow
tangling the stalks of black-eyed Susan
and the purple fizzed Joe-Pye weed,
and this, pink-cupped mallow,
over there a profusion of wild geranium
I would pull to relocate all summer.
Here I am before the shrubbery
of ragged forsythia, roots
crusted into a muck of fall leaves,
rake loose in my hand—
this used to be grass under my feet
and this, a marigold bed,
over there a yellow dog, two white chairs
turned toward the road.

5 comments:

  1. Change is something we can surely count on, isn't it? Whether we want it or not.

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  2. This is so sad it's frightening.

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  3. So haunting - she does paint a picture of loss.

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