Poem Hunter
(1946 / Seattle, Washington)


Poem By Jonathan Galassi

The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,
takes on a used-up, feather-duster look
within a week.

The ivy’s spring reconnaissance campaign
sends red feelers out and up and down
to find the sun.

Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,
brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulch
soft to the touch

and rank with interface of rut and rot.
The month after the month they say is cruel
is and is not.

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I read this poem and impressed. Thanks.I invite you to read my poem and comment. Will you please help to get my poems published through a good publisher.