From Love Songs for Dennis
INVITATION
INVITATION
This
is love: to wait inside
my
own four walls, to grow
my
garden, its pomegranates,
ripe
apples, fragrant cinnamon—
and,
too, its patches of hackberry,
poison
oak,
its
unweeded abundance of
illchosen
words—
To
offer these my fruits,
bruised
or halfripe, into your hand:
To
say “come in,”
unbeautiful,
but sure
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