Poetry Reading: NO MOW MAY, by Jonathan Memmert

Narrated by Val Cole

POEM:

Grass grown tall green slicks drizzle wet,
new planted seedlings shakily take hold,
crumpled mulch retains soil covered mold,

run tongued dogs
checked for ticks
lap water bowls.

And I am left with trowel and rake
to gather weeds in sunlit rain still cold.

How easily

I have

forgotten

where

to start

in nature’s language

to uproot

the untranslatable.