In spring the aged librarian sees
in books the bloom;
that from the words a growth
of pansies and peonies,
of columbine and blue forget-me-nots,
and there are daisies, daffodils
and bluebells in the poetry
he learned by heart.
But with his windows shut
he cannot see how gardens
are replaced with parking lots,
how tarmac has replaced the lawns
and how the highways eat the fields.
And does know how fortunate he is
as gardener of words
and keeper of the past?
Victoria wants us to write list-poetry at dVerse, or even better to embed lists in a poem.
May 11, 2017