Knock on the doorby Patricia Wellingham-Jones
A clang on the metal trout
nailed to our wooden door
snaps me to attention
You bring us tomatoes
from your September garden
and a few burgundy cockscombs
clutched in your large male hand
You feel bad that both are late
and smaller than they should be
We both know
nature does what she wants
and all seasons end
Patricia Wellingham-Jones, a former psychology researcher and writer/editor, is a three-time Pushcart Prize nominee. Chapbooks include Don’t Turn Away: Poems About Breast Cancer (PWJ Publishing) and Hormone Stew (Snark Publishing). She just won the Palabra Productions Chapbook Contest with End-Cycle, poems about caregiving. Her website is www.WellinghamJones.com .
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