Thursday, May 27, 2010

excuse me

Summer is Here a poem by Coyote Palmer
The tulip bloomed.
The old lake was calm,
while me and my wife
fished on the pond.

Do I have to tell you that I love this poem?  Such an old, wistful tone.  Tranquil.  An old man looking back on the summer of his life.  I imagine his wife is long dead, as is the tulip and probably the lake. 

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