Heirlooms
Before I let you read this poem,
I will cut it into tiny strips,
wrap them around apple seeds,
and I will plant them in
long parallel rows
two
long parallel rows
so that, years from now,
when our children are grown,
you and I will be able to
hobble down a corridor of trees
and watch our grandchildren
eat crisp red love poems
that have fallen onto leaves.
This poem © Gabriel Gadfly.
Used with permission
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