Waiting For Berry Pie
by Christopher Hileman
You said, “Let us pray.”
I said, “Can’t you see the past –
the shade of this day?”
It’s true the garden
is filled with noon’s bright green light.
Here my cat twitches.
Meanwhile, the berry
arbor grows green slender spines
and threatens to fruit.
Note: Written in response to Red Wolf Poems, Prompt 157.
Christopher Hileman moved to Oregon in 1973. He has retired to live on the volcanic bluff overlooking Willamette Falls in Oregon City, Oregon. He ascends the stairs from his basement digs to improvise on his Yamaha keyboard or the house Playel grand when the calico cat releases him from below. The part-Irish Wolfhound here likes him.