A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
The wheelbarrow’s mismatched handles, one sideways so that it’s narrower than its mate. The garden gates, once my pride, now slanted, ajar, hinges rusted and failing. The rails of Della’s tree house that somehow escaped their nails. The driveway, forever rutted, waiting its promised gravel. The Chinaberry trees, invaders that grow like weeds. The red heeler who so hates a bath. The gutters--pine straw and dirt turned to mulch. The roof, compromised, its leaks. The front doorknob rattling, loose, that one day will fail to let me in. The unspoken that can never be repaired.
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