Now my palladium window is blocked by
a ferocious oak,
and my lawn is compromised to its roots
unwitting partner, a resident mole, as if
to discredit any hope for Yard of the Month
cardboard neighborhood, which, of course,
my Jane having lived here for eight years––
on this Saturday, my weekend plans look like
a tabula rasa.
After so many years alone, you'd think,
get over it, accept it, get on with your life,
my response is, What, after my 80 years?
dream of my Jane, not in my usual dark
but, ordinarily, my wanting to get there
but the elevators don't work, the commuter
have closed their doors, yet we are ready
on an adventure to a land we do not know
but hope to.
Ronald Moran lives in Simpsonville, South Carolina. His poems have been published in Asheville Poetry Review, Commonweal, Connecticut Poetry Review, Louisiana Review, Maryland Poetry Review, Negative Capability, North American Review, Northwest Review, South Carolina Review, Southern Review, Tar River Poetry, The Wallace Stevens Journal, and in thirteen books/chapbooks of poetry. Clemson University Press published his Eye of the World in the spring of 2016. He has won a number of awards for his writing. He will be inaugurated into Clemson University's AAH Hall of Fame this spring.