Poetry- Jean Taylor
Maybe I should have known, it rained so hard,
that you had gone. Maybe I should have known
that yellow tulips spilling from the vase
reveal black-triggered hearts.
Maybe I should have wondered, seeing the glass
with its green edge, who we would kiss
when there were no more frogs. Maybe I should
have recognised your flourish in that splash of red.
These Are the Elements:
some lines on the pathway
a park bench
a pale blue pram
an old man
a Madonna and child
an unmarried mother...