Lilac Tree

Everyone has a yellow swing
In a lilac tree. Mine they cut down.
A new tree is there, budding,
A calm of melting

In the blue sun. I go
To the hollow to be with rabbits.
They are small and brown.
Then I don't see any for a long time.

The grass is cool and wet, the wetness
Rides under my skin. It is a perfect
Blue-gray sky I cannot paint.
Out of nowhere a rabbit

Then for a long time nothing.
When one comes again it's not the same.
Some deer go by. They want
To be astonished.

Copyright © 2009 Andrew Sage All rights reserved
from Parthenon West Review
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