Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Poem for Monday, April 7, 2008

Planting a Mailbox

by John Updike

Prepare the ground when maple buds have burst
And when the daytime moon is sliced so thin
His fibers drink blue sky with litmus thirst.
This moment come, begin.

The site should be within an easy walk,
Beside a road, in stony earth. Your strength
Dictates how deep you delve. The seedling’s stalk
Should show three feet of length.

Don’t harrow, weed or water; just apply
A little gravel. Sun and motor fumes
Perform the miracle: in late July,
A branch post office blooms.

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1 comment:

Robin said...

mebbe this poem was chosen to say that the city needs to run with this awesome, powerful momentum our tigers have brought us? seedlings are in the ground?