Tapestry

This was published in the Fall 1968 issue of ATOM MIND.

Tapestry

There was Queen Anne's Lace

in the sidewalk cracks

fiercely spreading to the highway's edge.

There was wind, wild wind,

jumping the hill from the sea,

scattering, stacking the clouds

like so many dishes to be cleaned,

until the sky squeaked, so shiny

was its blue.

There was Antonina's garden,

orange with the marigolds

she sings to after school

and brings me sometimes

for Jennifer's small room.

There was music of sorts

and perfume, gardenia and pine,

And there was I walking on my holiday

my letters in my book.

There was a perfect day.