from the sonnets......# 13.

I hate Passaic  "the place where the land splits" and the liquor stores that close at 7.

I love summer, although, it was then that Dad died. A tree was planted in his honor,

I forget what kind. Is it even honorable to plant anything and string ornaments along the fence,

the angled hook twisted in the bark, the clothesline until the season ends and everything

remains?  Is it like those  reindeer  that visited my Aunt Stella's garden to eat the ice blue coreopsis bulbs

she stooped on one aging knee and planted? Her husband would out live her by 34 years,

patting the women relatives on their behinds and surrendering all his belongings to the

pastors wife, until his flat was empty like a Odilon Redon painting with the butterflies

removed, just colored sticks and glass vases.

Don't get old and tend to things. Let the garden go to s**t. Let others know the feel

of plastic couch covers on their naked asses. Allow  all the apples to fall and blister. Let

the feelings that you have for someone be what glows while all the pitiful  rest  of you,

gives in.

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[W.k.kortas]

"Who lets so fair a house fall to decay", and yet our decay is inevitable (I've been through Passaic once, and only once, speaking of decay), all of our gardens will"go to s**t". The final sentence of this piece is a simple, yet stunning, valediciton for all of us. To paraphrase the wise Ed, what a feast you prepare for us on a regular basis, dearest dana.

[h d e rushin]

I am honored as usual..thank you my friend....dana

[m.s.early]

Sometimes I wish I was too pitiful to give in but I get too tired to care and there goes the garden, the flowers, and the kids' tuition money. I'd just as soon fish on some river anyway.

[h d e rushin]

so would I x.. just be fishing somewhere where the fish were biting...Good thoughts to wake up to my friend ...dana

[Terpsichore]

Our language is constantly evolving, but different words make no matter, for the gifted poet will infuse them with the same original sentiment with consummate ease.

I believe the Bard would be nodding his head in approval. T

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much Terpsichore for finding me again my friend...dana

[Beccy]

'Let the feelings that you have for someone else be what glows, while all the pitiful rest of you gives in.'

How intensely eerie it is, that only moments ago, and before reading this, I posted 'Old man in a pub,' which though so different in style, seems, (to me at least,) to echo your words.

Without fail, you stir the senses. Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

thank you Beccy for those wonderful remarks my friend...dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, sometimes we just go on, and stick to routines when we lose someone...but is it all just a cover for the real feelings....that we have gone to s**t and we just want everything else around us to do the same...that is a reality of feelings that you express here.

we just stave off certain feelings for awhile...but sooner or later, the garden overgrows with weeds, and the heart overgrows with the same weeds.

[h d e rushin]

so true my friend..Thanks for those comments dear Jacob...dana

[Ed Hart]

i would so like to be eyes-to-eyes with you until i was full of the feast

[h d e rushin]

thank you Ed...I've missed you terribly...dana

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Intense and dark!
A poignant piece that came as strong as I guess, it was intended.
Very well penned!
Enjoyed it!

[h d e rushin]

thank you Jyoti.....love your name.....dana

[Jyoti_Ablaze]

Oh thanx!
You are welcome :)