In the garden one morning
Orange canopy above circus plants
Their stems pop up and hold their hats.
A leaf like a peach
Color held deep, in the
Lines, in the veins that
Once held life.
Old ones fall like
Bodies should look, when
Age has loosely let them go.
A farewell toss into
The net, and you are laid there
For the ground
To hold.
- Mallory Scoppa
Last modified on January 9, 2007.
