Private Garden

In my little landscape,
a backyard Eden
where seasons never change,
lilies shine away the shadows,
roses retract their claws,
and honeysuckle weaves a wall
shielding my view beyond.

Happiness lives alone.
Ferns brush the odors
from a rare foreign breeze.
Pink petals are the only open ears.

A snake of hose spits water,
and the ball of fire overhead
holds its temper just for me,
keeps its compassion warm.

Now and then the wind howls
briefly and the stems vibrate,
lily ears open
and only for a moment wither
as if darkened by rumors
of the real world.


Robert S. King, a native Georgian, now lives in Lexington, Kentucky. His poems have appeared in hundreds of magazines, including Atlanta Review, California Quarterly, Chariton Review, Hollins Critic, Kenyon Review, Main Street Rag, Midwest Quarterly, Negative Capability, Southern Poetry Review, and Spoon River Poetry Review. He has published eight poetry collections, most recently Diary of the Last Person on Earth (Sybaritic Press 2014) and Developing a Photograph of God (Glass Lyre Press, 2014). He is editor-in-chief of Kentucky Review.

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