By Toklas
Date: 13 June 2000
Sweet Peas
Those many little silences I used to have--
where you wonder why you are
here at all and why you are walking
and why you keep on getting up
at six in the morning--I fill with
tender, inquisitive vines
Playing with a thought or two of you.
Even my bookshelves overflow
with replete rememberances.
Those textual safaris;
the two of us riding
great elephants of ideas
and lounging in delight
Under a canopy of ancient trees.
Oh you are gone now.
But I will not lock the door
or allow the emptiness to interrogate
The fresh dampness of any morning.
All that loving
stored in a glistening rain-barrel,
growing sweet peas
After a long, spring soak.
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