Quotes and Poems:Day 19

Quote:

"If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor." -

Poem:

May

BY JONATHAN GALASSI

The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,

takes on a used-up, feather-duster look

within a week.

The ivy's spring reconnaissance campaign

sends red feelers out and up and down

to find the sun.

Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,

brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulch

soft to the touch

and rank with interface of rut and rot.

The month after the month they say is cruel

is and is not.