Saturday, June 13, 2015

THE GROUNDSKEEPER, A POEM OF THE FLOWER-GIRL

Here is a short poem about someone who celebrates life where she is.

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The Groundskeeper
A Poem Of The Flower-girl


Clouds
Like white mountains of some
Heavenly continent
Drift over rows of pale stones
Anchored to a sea of mowed
Green grass where,
Goodbyes are said.
The black car leaves empty,
Behind
Flowers are sentinel
Around the long black hole
Waiting until
Like Cinderella,
Young and beautiful, she
Comes down the steps
Of the marble hall
Where
She had lunch
In the company of
Stone angels,
And doves who coo softly.
With a backhoe
She'll fill in the ground
Like soil over a seedling
Out of season.
Then take the flowers
To the dumpster-
But for the few
Brought home
To cheer her table.



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(c) Adron Dozat 2015

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