Forgive Me, My Friend, If I State the Obvious
Forgive Me, My Friend, If I State the Obvious
From the garden, a bushel
of potatoes; elsewhere crabgrass happens.
I’m shifting my plot, transitioning
from a spot too shady, life
begging to begin a new. Dirt and moon
language, dear friend, it’s all life—
the garden, the song, even the crabgrass.
It’s the dance in dirt and water that matters most.
Melva Sue Priddy
From the title to the last line, you got that right.
…. keep on stating the obvious, Melva Sue….. it’s a poem that needs to be heard?
Incredibly lovely.