A Poet's Garden

A poet’s garden

They come bearing gifts

homespun

apple pie

brown bread

bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon

clippings from manicured gardens

friendly cleaning products

Roger McGough’s life story.

Most of all

they come

bearing poems.

White stick in hand,

like reformed smokers,

they chalk up lines

on blue roof tiles

sunk in sand

behind clumps

of granite rocks

and meadow grass

that quiver in the

low

warm

breath

of a summer’s night.

I picture their white words

before rain

wipes the slate

clean.

Carol Boland