MID-AUGUST WATERMELON FOR KAREN

 

MID-AUGUST MORNING

      for Karen

Sliced cold watermelon offering

on the garden porch for her

open to Dr. Williams' poems

 

she is a quilt opening again

re-imagining herself

in all of the colors

 

of her past. Irrigated

desert flower, pink

choral birdsong thread

 

work, trilling

scissored-cloth works

my paupered hands

 

opened for her

graced by the poem

a shrill cry, best guess

 

how it came to be

wonder-fed each of us

but how could

 

any man, any one

treasure-filled be

but for the poem

 

Jim Bodeen

28 August 2020

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