Maggie, There Aren’t Enough Cherry Trees
Some things I remain crazy about:
“Wild Nights” by Emily Dickinson,
Mozart’s piano concertos, Maggie…
whom I loved more than the 60s.
Often I grow nostalgic over anything
that begins with “M”—Marichal,
McCovey, Maggie…
Yes, it’s obvious. I’m old.
I’m being swept out of this world.
I drag my feet. I apply the brakes
as I would pressure to a bullet wound.
Delay, delay, delay is my strategy.
Soak in everything. A.E. Housman
knew the end was approaching
when he had 50 springs left.
Imagine having less than a dozen.
There aren’t enough Maggies in this world.
And not enough time to lie under
all the cherry trees, their shredding blooms
awash in gusts, snowy petals
foaming like windy surf.
Maggie, There Aren’t Enough Cherry Trees
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Re: Maggie, There Aren’t Enough Cherry Trees
You deserve more than just my idle comment on this fine poem Bob.
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Re: Maggie, There Aren’t Enough Cherry Trees
Thanks, Ieuan