The Wayward Orchard / Paul Sohar

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POEMS
Sunfish Pond
Requiem for a Refugee Camp
Summer Past
The Geese Were Gone
The Wayward Orchard
Mount Katahdin
A Tour Without Virgil
The Ravished
Ideal
Daniel
My Dream House
The God of Spring
The (Last) Party
The Secret
The Other
This Wall
Summerfest
Little Night Music
Being and Its Skin
Grandma’s Silence 
The Ruler of the Mirror
The Silent Dreamer
Keep It Simple
Canyon Dreams

 

 

Grandma’s Silence

A needlepoint flower drops
its bloom and grandma sits
there with a magazine.
She looks up at me without
taking off her glasses:
Have you found
a replacement yet,
she asks me slowly,
another son
to take your place, for
I do deserve
to have a son.
The curtain doesn’t shiver
and the phone refuses to
ring; we stare
at the silence growing up
between us: a dust covered
but thornless rose.


  © Paul Sohar, 2011
 

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