In Leaves In the Garden
for D.B.A.

Heino and his wife are leaving
“Have a good night!”
he says to the yard
to those in it as he goes

my head was down, writing
like someone on bicycle, in a race

out here in the leaves on the ground
ventured out here to make poetry

away from jewelry to buy
away from necklaces and earrings
away from people

only liked what suits you
a thing or two
unable though to afford to buy

not with having to go to Cuba
not with furiously raising funds
needing to apply brakes to spending

dog shit or cat shit among the leaves
perfume the air


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2010
9:09 p.m. 06.05.10