A Dry Garden

A Dry Garden

A Poem by Perry

The hours I spend watching 
seasons from my window
have increased of late.

Today, my sister, Felice, came
to my chamber, saying:

"Gregory, the gate needs oiling."

"Gregory, the roof is in disrepair."

Disrepair? I should think so,
yet I am loathe to leave this 
garden bower and the thrill
of its funerary dreams.

© 2025 Perry


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An, these are the days… I’m sort of in that selfsame reverie… 🙏🏻🕊

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