Sunday, November 13, 2016
A Third April
The third time the spring came in
she wore Laura Ashley with hues of mint,
a dash of thyme, that friend of mine,
and a hat with a hint of velvet.
She hung a flower on the wood wall,
and many more irises appeared
in purple and orange, the brightest color
under the ten commandments.
Moses would engrave
in a leather-bound Bible.
What prophet would I ask
to interpret the recession
and the subsequent poverty:
Moses or Samuel?
The next door neighbor lost his job,
his daughter joined a homeless camp,
my grandmother's second husband died
even my father could not leave a tip,
and I bought more irises than before.