of the distant future speak
of the fruits that grew, grow
here: apricots, grapefruit, lemons,
nectarines, oranges, peaches?
Or will commerce envelop
them in entrepreneurism,
as technical adventures
thrill their stirring minds?
Will this poem be techno-
retrograde, or reactionary?
Will they mention my wife
Carolin’s ashes in the garden
of St. Mark’s, Santa Clara?
(21 APR 12, Santa Clara CA)v3
asleep somewhere
under a blanket of leaves
but not forgotten
© 2012 Sandy Vrooman
Stirring the earth,
deep in her sunny plot, until
apricots, grapefruit, lemons,
nectarines, oranges, peaches
bloom & burst with new Word,
new fruit, delicate, divine.
- Julia Ball
(23 APR 12 Palo Alto CA)
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