Poetry November 2012

Harvest

From my neighbor's dark garden, I harvested
     asparagus,
pilfering slender spears from their feathery bed. I cut
buds of American Beauty, and all spring and into early
     autumn
I have savored the fragrance redolent of theft.
Through summer, I pinched from his vines
squash, beans, tomatoes, and more squash.
In the yard where I watched his daughter marry, I
     have,
by moonlight, quietly divided his hostas, divided his
     day lilies,
keeping half. My neighbor's dead, the house for sale,
and after dark his garden's mine to love and plunder.

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Andrew Hudgins’s most recent collection is American Rendering: New and Selected Poems (2010). He teaches at Ohio State University.

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