Poem That Sounds Like a Pear, by Thomas Walton
Posted on October 24, 2019
wait let’s
walk over where the rich folk live
their gardens full and well rid of weeds
every lawn a lovely form of lyrate
every shrub a song
where small birds
ravage the blossom-laden
branches for bugs
March 25
crows caw questioning us
the viburnum is out
drifting over
the bluestone paths and
patios, a few fragrant
clouds touched pink though
turning white in the
late March morning light
let’s wait
here where the rich folk live
their gardens full and well rid of weeds
every lawn a lovely form of lyrate
every shrub a song
where small birds
ravage the blossom-laden
branches for bugs
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