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Janet I. Buck
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Jungle Drought
A year ago, the yard was ribboned
in feisty colors -- tulips sidled up to trees --
all siblings of an earth's reward.
It had the look of someone
petting every inch of mud and green.
Now it sits in jungle drought;
weeds have won the war you lost.
In time, they'll wipe your scythe and rake,
find the sunlight in the rust.
The garden fell asleep in gray,
rested out of firm respect -- pale pieces
of a puzzle fitting as they fell apart.
When someone dies,
it's hard to love the growing grass.
~Janet I. Buck
Janet I. Buck is a six-time Pushcart nominee. Her second print collection of
poetry, Tickets to a Closing Play, won The 2002 Gival Press Poetry
Award and will be released in October. Email.
© 2003 by Janet I. Buck. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2003 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.