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February 2016 Featured Poet 

In the Orchard

 
When the heat of late summer blankets

the island, I steal out after dark,
like a thief looking to recapture

the memories of an earlier era.

Sometimes I go naked into the night
after the ozone proof panels
have been retracted and the hum of
atmospheric filters are silenced.

I slink around the agro domes
that glow like large luminous mushrooms,
hoping to remember the way
to the old orchard.

In a patch of darkness

I suddenly feel the bliss of a real breeze.
My body tingles in the dusty warm air mingled
with the pollen of a few rogue weeds.

Tonight, the path lies ahead
brightened by that steady satellite,
the one we could always rely on
to show us the way  beneath the trees.

Slower now, I lumber towards
the very spot where we devoured your
peach and blackberry pie, exchanged so many
soft whispers and kisses full of promise.

There are still a few trees gnarled with age.
Rotten fruits cover the ground where
no wasps or birds garner their sweet remains.
They too are gone  All gone like you.

By: Irene Bloom