In a Yard Somewhere

Unseeing Melancholy, whose vision is obstructed, but not asleep

Advised a young man to inhale her bilious gas from a bottle

Whose interior is lined with mirrors

The look on his face after he breathed that vapor startled the

Gardener

Whose vast city of plants sustains the bees

“Reflect upon your life which is irreversible like my draft,” she

Said

The young man nodded, and who can describe his hope or

Regret that afternoon?

His mouth twisted in a demure smile as if it was all a joke

The frantic gardener rushed about the yard

While the boy sat on a patch of earth near the backdoor

Waiting