Books litter the bed,
leaves the lawn. It
lightly rains. Fall has
come: unpatterned, in
the shedding leaves.

The maples ripen. Apples
come home crisp in bags.
This pear tastes good.
It rains lightly on the
random leaf patterns.

The nimbus is spread
above our island. Rain
lightly patters on un-
shed leaves. The books
of fall litter the bed.

I hate to be this person, but I am going through a terrible breakup of a three-year relationship and I would love poetry to make me feel better. Any poetry! Poetry about love, loss, breakups - or just poetry you read when you're having a tough time, poetry that cheers you up, anything. I know this is rather general but if you can't ask your ( Read more... )

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The mint bed is in
bloom: lavender haze
day. The grass is
more than green and
throws up sharp and
cutting lights to
slice through the
plane tree leaves. And
on the cloudless blue
I scribble your name.

-James Schuyler