Summer 2013 • Vol. XXXV No. 3 PoetryJuly 1, 2013 |

The White Garden

The foolish moon unhinged by darkness has a word for the white poppy and the tabletop of Carrara marble set with tea from China and cups from a town surrounded by hills. Come the rain the candy-stripe of the summer chair will muster a circus on my watch and drips from the gutter march a marching band from one fence to the other. Come the wind the garden will hold up two clenched fists and shout a hundred answers to questions I have not asked and afterward, will have me to know the promise of one kind of love never leaning against any other. Come morning, the bud vase with the yellow flower will do as best it can but what color is the color of where the last moon used to be?

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Vona Groarke's US publications include Juniper Street (2006) and Spindrift (2009), both from Wake Forest University Press. Her latest book is X (Gallery Press, 2014).

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