Deportee’s Lament

Robert Motherwell

I was working
picking your apples
from high up your ladder
in your vast orchard
of endless trees

If not picking
I drove your sprayer
wearing your protective
suit & your gas`mask
down endless rows

If not spraying
I pruned your trees
cutting off water`shoots
on your heavy limbs
in endless supply

Where were you
when they found me
neck`deep in your labors
then hauled me away
to endless obscurity?


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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6 Responses to Deportee’s Lament

  1. your empathy is endearing


  2. It breaks my heart…


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