If I Could Just Create Something You Couldn’t Ignore

cover photo by Madeleine Smith

I know I’ll see your face first,

in the black of the Hudson,

when it comes to meet my front door.

And I’ll laugh because you’ll lean in,

and whisper “I told you so”

before we are sucked under the smoky waters.

If I could just create something so remarkable you couldn’t ignore ––

I’d be saved from becoming forgotten.

Like the pale-yellow leaves that now creep up the pines.

I can’t remember the last time I saw a worm in an apple.

I’m sure you’d say it’s the world warming.