Untitled
"untitled" (for Maureen)
the goldfinch thought
they could hide in them
while they enjoyed eating
their seeds
i watched them as if
a sundial telling
time again
again and again
and they clocked
me moving at less
than warp speed as
i watered everything
not just them but
the laborious fruits
that labored in a sun
the same sun
that
after
which
they were named
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment