Today's poem is by Linda Pastan

After Eden

When the garden reached perfection,
it was time to lock the gates
behind them. Never mind
apportioning blame: animals,
flowers, all conspired at endings.

If the world remained a mystery,
they would do their best,
and worst, to solve it. This
was a place of want and weather:
serpentine the roots and rivers.

After years of cultivation,
earth mimics that first
perfection: grasses glow
and apples ripen. Time again
to lock the gates behind them.

Copyright © 2004 Linda Pastan All rights reserved
from New Letters
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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