Jul/Aug 2019 Poetry Special Feature |
Multimedia artwork by Belinda Subraman
Survivors
Last fall
I weeded and mulched
the garden's back corner
Thought I'd saved
myself an April taskBut spring struck
armed with wet vengeance
and the first dry day
sees violets, vetch
Virginia creeper
all latched lush
to the mulched patch
Crabgrass chases
the yarrow
from its treasured
center, lost but for
a few ferny
fronds surviving
at the edgesfragile as the frayed
threads that slipped limp
through my fingers
when the baby was lost
the sky shattered