the last poem

pipeline in flood

at the end,
i don’t know that we are any better off.

the rains have stopped
and everything green
is growing, but we still don’t
have travel plans,
and tomorrow is anyone’s guess.

the squirrels got the first
strawberries, and the red
rose is set
to open its first blooms
any day now.

i got through without owing in taxes.
i can hear church bells
with the front door open.
sometimes you return my texts.
some nights we sleep like lovers.

it is the first of May,
and the river calls.
you told me yesterday: three
cars tumbled in, spilling
crude somewhere

upstream. i don’t know
if it was a result
of the storms, or
our negligence.
it will reach here,

they say, but not when.

20 thoughts on “the last poem

  1. I love it, I just started following your blog. I love a good muse, my blog is dedicated to the muse who inspired me.

  2. I love the tone of this poem, a bit of pensive hopefulness. You recapped April beautifully, and I hope it’s true that you didn’t owe taxes this year LOL. I guess we’ll see about that oil soon enough. As you said, tomorrow is anyone’s guess.

    • Finally getting a chance to catch up a little here! it IS true about the taxes, by the way. 😉 As always, appreciate your stopping by. 🙂

  3. hey that happened in my back yard….wrote about it today too…and they say it will be fine…no damage you know….ugh….an interesting contrast too between spring and such an environmental mess….

    • Hi Mosk!! It was just the last poem of April–no worries! 🙂 The cars in the river… anout the train carrying oil that tumbled into the James near where Brian lives, not too far from here. I believe he wrote about it too. Nice to hear from you!

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