The Garden Path
The Garden Path
Was obstructed
First by orange plastic fences
And bulldozers
Wait
Next year you’ll see
The Sun Flowers
Then the secret door
Was locked
Don’t give up
Look for another way
It was there
Opening to
Fountain and flowers
This time the path
Blocked by yellow flowers
Push them aside
Let the air fill with
Their fragrance
How do we know
What to do
When our way is blocked?
We walk with the
Gardner
Waiting to be asked
© 2013 Julie Clark
In the Joslyn
Maurice Utrillo’s
Road to Puteaux
Makes me homesick
For Paris
I was there long ago
I never saw that street
The lone, wind lashed
Poplar of
Monet’s Village Street
Beckons me to remember
The Poplar lined streets
Of Central Asia
© 2013 Julie Clark
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