Lines in Spring

When I say I’m “of or pertaining” to sadness
It’s a joke—as are men
And women, as are the trees
The holdouts amid
Houses their orchard
Gone fifty years.

Mortal humor
Old man stands
Under branches
“How sad are you?”
April vaudeville
Resting blind face
Against bark
Says: apples
Coming
Soon everyone
Will have a myth.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto