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, Don Pomerantz now lives in New York City, where he teaches special education. His poems have appeared in Common Ground Review and Houston Literary Review.