by LindaAnn LoSchiavo
Our first apartment bordered ugly Hell’s Kitchen, a place for hanging your head out The window, yelling for “police, police!”
The back door was my savior, leading me To jade insertions of a picket fence That hid a missing piece of Paradise, Green growing something quite unlike itself.
Here: rose aroma heavy in blue air, Pink heliotrope lovely as a laugh, Mature hydrangeas, honey in their cheeks, Green eyefuls powering up two lives when The wormy world of midtown leaves the mind Without its moorings. Secret is our yard, And lion-lit for us alone, as bold As some unanswered prayers — — survivor’s way. When he complains — — “Always outdoors!” he’ll say, “Bent, knees-down!” — — I plead debts I owe the day.
LindaAnn LoSchiavo, who recently won Inkwell’s, F[r]iction’s, and Wax Poetry & Art’s poetry contests, has been published in Measure, Not Very Quiet, Flatbush Review, Panoplyzine, Peregrine, The Healing Muse, Windhover, and “World’s Best Poems.” Her poetry chapbooks “Conflicted Excitement” [Red Wolf Editions, 2018] and “Concupiscent Consumption” [Red Ferret Press, 2020] along with her collaborative book on prejudice [Macmillan in the USA, Aracne Editions in Italy] are her latest titles.
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