BlackRose Garden

By Christopher Caldwell

"Bad poets borrow; good poets steal" --T.S. Eliot

This gorgeous black could crush him
Just as poetry can crush summer
Under feet of raw music
(So sing a little softer.)
He wears his melancholy like galoshes
And goes tromping through my garden
(Oh, lovely thief)
splashing puddle into metaphor
Stealing plums, eating dreams
(and sometimes cheating at cards with death)
I watch from the window
Warm in my coat, sable-dark
And coax out words with cups of sugar.
Careless, he picks phrases with peaches
And springs over my garden wall


Christopher Caldwell may or may not be a pseudonym. Contact him at ccaldwel@oxy.edu to find out.


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