Reader poems: "The Vegetables" and "Abandoned"

COURTESY TO THE BELLINGHAM HERALDSeptember 16, 2013 

THE VEGETABLES

We remember,

don't we,

what the persimmon

said?

"Pucker."

And what the avocado

whispered,

and the stalk

of celery shouted:

"Oh my strings,

my lovely strings."

ABANDONED

The loneliness

of the night-watchman

wandering heaven's corridors -

knowing there'll be no pay,

no mouths

to feed.

The irony

of the poet

who feels his silence

is misunderstood.

Look love,

Death walks slowly

with an empty satchel.

Our brittle bliss

has no value

for him.

- James Bertolino, Bellingham

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