The Same
Do caterpillars dream of flight
the same way we fall
in our dreams,
only to wake up,
feeling safe in our belief
that nothing has changed?
The Closest I’ll Get to a Green Thumb
T.S. Eliot planted a corpse
in his poem,
giving April a metaphorical garden,
where the rain meant more than overly ambitious
nimbostratus clouds, while this poem
makes footprints, hastily tracked
across a fresh snowy field,
the closest I’ll get to a green thumb-
my lost mitten finding a stern lecture
about the cost of things,
but even in my childhood,
I had no expectations that it would all sprout
into this.
Richard LeDue (he/him) currently lives in Norway House, Manitoba. He has been published in various places online and in print. He is the author of six books of poetry. His sixth book, “A Hard Homecoming,” is forthcoming in July 2022 from Alien Buddha Press.
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