Three Poems
The Lemon Tree Syndrome
Howard, now dead longtime,
took me by the elbow,
led me down the garden path
to the old tree.
Laden!
Bursting with fruit.
Bowing under
the weight.
It’s on its last legs and so
it gives it everything it’s got.
The best crop
is the last crop.
Do you think, maybe,
this frantic falling in love
all over the place,
intemperately,
is something to do
with intimations
of mortality?
You are blossoming
with an endstage intensity?
It’s a thought.
Everything I ever learned
was from gardening.
Jennifer Compton
The little boy knocked off his bike
The urge to look is so powerful
that I express it with a sidelong glance.
Between one step and another step
I know that the knot of urgent people
standing tall around what I took to be
a bundle of old clothes and a horizontal bike
are mounting a summoning ritual
—I can see the mobile phones aloft—
that is the way we stand
when one of us is down.
The urge to rush and kneel beside him
—touch him, smell him—
is so powerful I have to clench my will
to keep on walking down to Aldi.
Jennifer Compton
Pink Forget-Me-Not
It’s a sport—she said.
Don’t plant it near the blue
it’ll breed back.
She shrugged. It’ll breed back
anyway, they always do.
One season wonders.
I put it in a splendid isolation
game and pink and different
not as leggy as the blue.
Next season there were some pinks
scruffy and thwarted, then
they were gone. I couldn’t keep them.
But, as my son said—
Bees can fly over the house.
Down the line
one petal, small as a baby’s toenail
pink as
in a thrusting vernacular of blue.
Jennifer Compton
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