My poem, Raking, is in the spring issue of Muddy River Poetry River. Here is the poem:


leaves today—
old whisk rake
with the sound
of someone
trying to get
my attention.

The leaves fell
from a street
maple—a tree
about as old
as I am.
We thought we’d
lost it last year

but a little
brought it back
to life—
these leaves
the reward.

Now I can’t
help wonder,
as I lean
on my rake
like the codger
I’ve become,

if that old maple
will outlive me—
and if it does
will it somehow
my passing?

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2 Responses to Raking

  1. maryrohrerdann says:

    Love that sound of the whisk rake trying to get your attention. Congrats!

    Mary Rohrer-Dann
    Author, Taking the Long Way Home, Kelsay Books, 2021

    “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
    Mary Oliver — The Summer Day


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