A Garden
There was something I
wanted to say,
now, I can’t remember.
Something about a garden and
a young man’s terrible illness.
Yes, a garden…
Richard’s garden.
Nights of planning,
pages of notes,
seedlings with difficult names,
a pergola leading in.
Here, exotic aromas,
showy abundance
invited touch.
Years of watching
this setting so rich––
it could have been painted.
In this spring,
Richard was gone.
In his garden,
all that beauty remains.
No one would say
this is too much.
(for R.F.)
Antoni Ooto is a poet and flash fiction writer and has been a frequent contributor to Palettes and Quills, An Upstate of Mind, and Review, Front Porch Review and Young Ravens Literary Review. He lives and works in upstate New York with his wife writer/storyteller Judy DeCroce.