A Year of Poems – Day 342

I went searching in the garden
For the friend who walked with me
The cricket called in the linden tree
But no voice called out for me

I saw a trail of flowers
Planted round the lime tree’s trunk
A butterfly left, but the branch had sunk
And could not rise again.

I limped out of the garden
The wind pushed at my back
I walked beneath the sun’s attack
No crickets sang for me.


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