a kitchen garden my afterlife
a tendril
inquires — I just
stand here
I cage my
tomatoes
and return
to this desk
tomatoes in one hand
weeds in the other
he stands up
by-pass pruner
cape-cod weeder and pocket knife
I don't pack a lunch
your bobbing flight
goldfinch ends with
a sunflower's nodding
empty
garden swing
swinging at dawn
you don't have
to see her
——————————
John Martone
My Afterlife
Tufo, 2018
