Good Neighbor, Frost

Good Neighbor, Frost

If the sky and the horizon bent properly,
I could see those paper barked birches;
Autumn -swung and knocked- swung and knocked-
Oak and ash and spruce and pine and even
Evergreens grumbled. Fat chirping squirrels bent
Trunks down. Elasticity whip snapped shot them back up.

I crooked my neck waiting for the dome of Heaven to burst.
Home ten miles south of mine watching for the Frost
On the birch branches to shatter coke bottle pieces
On the bracken of Autumn wet. My whole young life
Long waiting for you to crash back down, back home.
You never did.

You must have found a better place for love.
You must have found a better place for love.



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