John Courtney

Rookie - 8 Points (05-22-1982 / Philadelphia)

Let My Garden Sing - Poem by John Courtney

let the dog sing away
his bark
and the planet
of voice
reconcile my
soul, let the
guns fire magic
bees beyond the
warmth. let the
roads repair
and the air
speak inward,
plant walls
for my mind.

let the children out
after dark and
the garden vanish
slowly, let the
trees contend
on crutches,
let the brooms
gather my words.

let the cat sing away
her hiss
and the dream
of vision
return my
heart, let the
disappearing faces
join the war. let
the ocean clean
itself of fish
and the fish
of whales, grow
a guardrail for
my eyes.

let mothers
free the lonely and
the feast devour
quickly, let the
porch furniture
rot, there is plenty
of room on the sun,
let the sun
know my name.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 8, 2013

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