Yesterday’s Garden

September 16th, 2013 by Magdalena Tabor

flowers in a jarYesterday’s garden

Graces the table,

Dropping its petals

On yesterday’s mail.

A letter from Ellen

Mingles with cup and spoon

Along with the pattern

Of my curtail.



The afternoon sun

Refills an empty glass.

My eyes drink it up

Tasting what’s left.

Bursting with orange.

Hinting of bergamot.

A fanciful flavor

That I forget.



Where are my glasses,

The better to understand

Yesterday’s letter

Addressed to me?

It mingles with cup and spoon

Along with a plate

Of yesterday’s garden.

Where can they be?

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