James Marshall Goff Poet Free verse

Wild Rhubarb

You must know where to look for wild rhubarb.
Walking along the busy street, cars whizzing by, no real hope
for the suffocated earth beneath the road. The bitter beauty awaits
in darkened edges of sun-starved trails, seeking no one’s approval,
the wild man enjoys the bitterness, preferring edges of the surface
under the cultivated variety……admiring the dance of the
green darner…..flashing emerald wings in a self-created universe,
taking aim at the fly about to depart his piece of rhubarb pie,
just another picnic….in the park. 



06/22/11
7:19pm
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Carolyn Devonshire June 22, 2011 at 5:39 PM Like the way you describe how the rhubarb grows in dark areas, Jimbo. Had to laugh at the pesky fly though. As you say, "just another picnic in the park." (I'll have my slice inside, please.) LOL Love, Carolyn