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Our Huckleberry Finn daffodils
split loudly into color.
In the early summer
we'd climb up on top
of the garden shed
between planting
the rhododendrons and the azaleas
and watch cars seesaw
along the farm road
then disappear.
One summer they stopped driving by,
and the road fell hard
into the hush of the grass.
I waited for the flowers
to drift away,
prize-winning perennials to slip
into mud,
but they never left home.
November first
Last-night haunts circle
around me,
humming ghosts and fluttering bats.
The electricity of the falling rain
is a temptress:
come closer, come closer.
Step in.
Drops of water like planets,
axes twirling in a zombie dance.
Rustling leaves crunch
slowly.
Our Huckleberry Finn daffodils
split loudly into color.
In the early summer
we'd climb up on top
of the garden shed
between planting
the rhododendrons and the azaleas
and watch cars seesaw
along the farm road
then disappear.
One summer they stopped driving by,
and the road fell hard
into the hush of the grass.
I waited for the flowers
to drift away,
prize-winning perennials to slip
into mud,
but they never left home.
November first
Last-night haunts circle
around me,
humming ghosts and fluttering bats.
The electricity of the falling rain
is a temptress:
come closer, come closer.
Step in.
Drops of water like planets,
axes twirling in a zombie dance.
Rustling leaves crunch
slowly.
Maya Ganesan's first poetry collection, Apologies to an Apple,
was published by Classic Day Publishing in 2009. Her poems
have appeared in Crab Creek Review, Fire on Her Tongue (Two
Sylvias Press), Words Only I Can Speak (Steward House
Publishers), and other journals and anthologies.
was published by Classic Day Publishing in 2009. Her poems
have appeared in Crab Creek Review, Fire on Her Tongue (Two
Sylvias Press), Words Only I Can Speak (Steward House
Publishers), and other journals and anthologies.
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