At The Spring Garden Poem by RIC BASTASA

the last poem is not
about leaving

i do not like it
when you pack your clothes
take a bag and then enter a car
and leave

and i follow you at the
airport
and wave my hand goodbye

i do not subscribe to pre-departure
areas
it makes me sad really

the last poem is when i am back home
and i write what happens there

and i often say, the last poem is an error
because there is no such thing

the last poem stays at home
and begins again
the new episode of planting new seeds
in the spring
garden