love note

pages of a book
being turned by the wind

long dead grass
damp and bending

tender blackberries
dropping into my hand

a summer ending
bees hungry

heartache feels good


8 thoughts on “love note

      1. steve

        Just returned last night from taking Adam to his last year at college Vermont. In many ways the five hour trip is longer than the nine hours it took to drive to Potsdam NY for my older son. Sitting at the kitchen table I read Driving West and felt a kindred sprit with Linda Pastan. I re-read it this morning, it is a great poem. Thanks.


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