Tuesday, June 14, 2016

invitation (2010)

From Love Songs for Dennis 


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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