Maggie Smith: Love Poem
What can I give you? You have plenty
of seas, seven at last count, and another
version of yourself beneath them, unseen:
doppelganger caves and mountains.
If you keep eating raw spaghetti
——–you’ll get pinworms,
——–then I’ll have to make
——–a necklace of garlic for you to wear
——–each night while you sleep,
——–until they go away.
Yesenia Montilla – Maps
Robert Gibb– Spring Sequence
So far all the perennials seem to have survived the winter,
The bed of fennel retrenching itself in one showery stem.
A mild run of days and I’m out here pulling up stakes,
Hoeing weeds whose roots reach down into frozen ground.