Archives: Poems
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Median
Along the Appalachian foothills highway sallow leaves drift. On the median, banks of yellow flowers late in the season. Today flags and bunting will drape the chain link fences and cracked windows. The red Jesus Heals fliers will litter the downtown streets, like everyday, like the smell of ash in alleys. Somehow I believe the
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On King George Street: Jerusalem, March 2002
The plants we cannot protect will be hurt the most, the Master Gardener warned. Saucer magnolias, Japanese magnolias. Their buds brown mush, blooms stillborn. Too high up to cover with black plastic, too exposed. The first to feel the icy blast, the late March freeze that comes up despite the calendar and leaves before dawn.