Today's poem is by Jody Bolz
[Two centuries to keep a maple]
Two centuries to keep a maple
three hands high.
The Japanese are patient people.
You might have mastered me,kept me from jungling up
the worldbeguiled me,
held my heart still
in one small garden.Another stratagem:
summer kimono with landscape,
ten embroidered deer,
wisteria and pines.Not a cloud in the lake,
no guesthouse.
You stopped by
to see the grounds.How could I rake the paths
each week and cut back branches,
over-tending children
we didn't have?Birdsongs in our room,
a record,
weren't the woods
not even an aviary.You got giddy on them anyway,
imagined they were real,
the bonsai was a wild tree,
tiny dish its island, yard its seaall your art, your life,
and your love safe.
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Copyright © 2014 Jody Bolz All rights reserved
from Shadow Play
Turning Point Books
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