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Parked
by Kathleen WilsonI open my door
into a tree
I have to climb through it
to go on with my day
after our ride
a bright green palm frond
spreads wide
into my eyes
I laugh
heartily
squeeze past
without asking why
I want to let it stay
inside after I go away
it still trembles
as if with lively glee
I close my door on it
from outside
just to see how it will look
as a permanent installation
in the museum
of my terrarium mind
a botanical garden
I could never forget
but I can't
leave it
that way
it's not my car
not even my street tree
I have to leave and set us
free both waving as you
drive away
11/04/2007 Author's Note: published in Poetry and Cookies, 2008, Alta Dena Library, CA
Posted on 11/04/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/05/07 at 03:47 AM So magical until the last few lines when the sadness of reality hits the face. I could almost believe that the lines were about the plants in your place or outside by the pool. It made me want to hold onto the green just a little longer.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by David Garner on 11/08/07 at 08:48 PM I parked myself inside this poem right from the very first two lines. You captured me into this magical mystical place. Thank you. |
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