In My Back Yard

In My Back Yard

All of these memories I've never believed;
All of these dreams that I have
Taken for the truth and carried like a backpack
On the hiking paths of rocky days and starry nights--

Starry, starry nights--

When I drew my tongue along your lips;
Or did I dream it? Warm and fragrant. I remember.

In the Adirondack chair hard and easy,
Firefly swarms like Christmas lights warm and
Bright among the grass exploding green.
Frozen fireworks among impatiens and begonias--

Impatiens and begonias--

Planted in the hot, fruitful days
Inside the warm, delicious soil. I touched them.

In My Back Yard by Judy Schilling

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