Poet Laundry: Mellowing

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Friday, July 12, 2013

I’m going to buy an orchard

and pick fruit, waving flies away.

I’ll wear a straw hat

and a sleeveless shirt.

I’m going to garden

and bake pies—

thick ones, full of hearty chunks of tart fruit.

And I am going to walk in the evenings,

when it’s still light,

after grilled chicken and sliced tomatoes.

And I’m going to forgive myself

when I remember all the things I never did.

cherry blossoms and butterflies

get stuck in my throat

today, and every time,

a just right spring blows

the salt wind and dark wave

against my memory

and across my bare toes

to unbury thoughts of pebbles and sand

and running and laughing

and six year old you

For Andrew. On a day like today.