A Parting
posted Mar 3, 2009
I have bitten a little too closely
into a Bartlett Pear
and there are the seeds, three, four
on the other side
of a window now of nothing
do not worry little seeds
I am not a force of nature
I am not the decay of time.
Little seeds, someone
I love is calling
I must go now
close the window behind me,
close your eyes
do not grieve.
Perhaps you will know
how to scatter yourselves
I must hurry, I must go.
©
After many years in western New England,
now lives in New York City, where he teaches special education. His poems have appeared in Common Ground Review and Houston Literary Review.