Wild`Flowers

Lourdes Sanchez pinterest.com

Lourdes Sanchez    pinterest.com

I have given up
growing flowers from seed
those tiny little nursery packets
like Subway commercials advertising
things far more appetizing than
what’s served on wax`paper
in a plastic sack

Summer nights
we’d sit out on the stoop
on 113th Street and Broadway
drinking Cokes and munching Fritos
singing children’s camp`songs
without any thought of
being watched

She went off
to a finishing school
leaving me alone on the stoop
and returned too embarrassed to sing
10 little 9 little 8 little Indians
sip Coke & eat Fritos
into the night

   As if the breath of her life
   had simply gone out of her

“After 40 years, what I came to care about most
was not style, but the breath of life.” ~ William Maxwell

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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11 Responses to Wild`Flowers

  1. sounds like morningside heights near columbia

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  2. wild flowers always have my vote…

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  3. I am not sure what to make of going from seed packs to finishing school but is an interesting link to ponder. We have a Queen Anne’s Lace “garden” by our house and columbine has taken over as well. This is a very thought provoking poem. Love the details and analogies.

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  4. Anita Lubesh says:

    I am watching my wildflowers starting to peek through – my effort to help the bee situation and I can’t wait to see them, and the rest of my garden. I like that this delivered things, which then left a trail to something else…very nice.

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