Beneath the South Taurids
by Jared M. Gadsby
Thinking of you again,
I realize that I have always been unfair
to those who love me.
I struggle to hold back parts of myself
like oak leaves in late autumn.
Too late I loosen and give
what is asked of me,
though my promises are dry by then
and made brittle by frost.
Naked and alone, I close myself
and wait for spring. That,
that is what is so unfair: in my greedy
restraint, I always anticipate
Jared M. Gadsby lives in Lima, Peru and teaches writing and literature courses at a local university for one of Broward College’s international centers. He holds an MA from SUNY Oswego and finds time to write the occasional poem between teaching responsibilities and travel opportunities.