Sunday, April 12, 2009


On a Sunday this sundrunk, so easy to believe -
that the daffodils in your neighbors' beds
are gossiping about you,
that no longer are there hungry men
pushing carts along the banks of gray rivers,
that the only cares are of seed, and lime,
and mulch, that the whole sodden world
is waiting for you to do all its hard work.

Mark Aiello