In the Bradford Grove

Head full of water

It leaked from your eyes

Like honeypots

Overflowing 

In the noonday sun. 

Give me dandelions

The napkin in your 

Shirt pocket 

Or the dirt from

Your garden 

In my hands.

Give me the acorn 

You found by the stream

Where heather grew 

When you were small

And the cap 

That has fallen off. 

Give me peaches

Or their pits

And the snails 

That live 

In the dewy grove.

I am satisfied

Even

If you come 

Empty-handed

And have no 

lint to give. 

Reviews

[KeithMansfield]

Great poem. The words and flow of this I find outstanding.