Garden

about childhood

I had a garden

small garden

red and pink flowers patted my head

like the waves

colorful birds shaking off dew

jumping from one end of the fence

to the other

there was secret hole

in the magnolia tree

it's where i hid many poems

but the garden

is gone

there was a squirrel

with a tail like fan

it gnaws on pine cone

just like how

i played with the harmonica

when it's happy it dances

in front of the window

under the blue sky

it invited me to its house

on its birthday

we watched the rainbow together

at the door

where it rolled a pine ball

but the garden

is gone

the garden has been gone

did i run away

who abducted it

why do i often dream

of it

holding up a light

in the middle of the night

waiting for me on tiptoes

afraid that I'm

lost.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, there is that question we have years later. Did the garden really disappear, or did we run from it?
I love the conversation and watching the rainbow with the squirrel who is probably wondering where his friend went.
j.