Published September 1st, 2023
by Roland Park
(Walden, New York, United States)
You walked the Orchard
In neat rows of green trees
Clean air shook off winter
Your lips sipped Apple Cider
I didn't fit anymore anywhere, then there
We watched the Hudson run beneath the Brooklyn Bridge
Tiny people on Jane's Carousel
Your words iridescent
on my ear; convalescent
You put your warm fingertips
on my pale little arm
You burst into my world
You placed me on the cloud
It was Saturday, it had just turned Spring
Roland Park is an artist and a language and tech enthusiast residing in the Hudson Valley. She works in the NYC school system at several grade schools in The Bronx and is devoted to volunteering her time in various educational opportunities.
This poem is included in Poetry World #7, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in NYC Poetry Magazine:
by Guohua Li
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