I saw it on an old survey map
of my house and lot,
Hathaway Downs,
very Anglican—
made me imagine
a happy little sweep
of a dale with frolicking rabbits
multiplying and munching everything in sight
especially those well-tended greens
and a hapless farmer looking on
resting on the staff
of his pitchfork
rubbing his
chin,
muttering
to no one
in particular
Guess I’ll have to
call in the man.
Gene Goldfarb lives on Long Island, to write poetry, do volunteer work, and travel. His poetry has appeared in Black Fox Literary Magazine, Quiddity, Misfit Magazine, Green Briar Review, and elsewhere.
of my house and lot,
Hathaway Downs,
very Anglican—
made me imagine
a happy little sweep
of a dale with frolicking rabbits
multiplying and munching everything in sight
especially those well-tended greens
and a hapless farmer looking on
resting on the staff
of his pitchfork
rubbing his
chin,
muttering
to no one
in particular
Guess I’ll have to
call in the man.
Gene Goldfarb lives on Long Island, to write poetry, do volunteer work, and travel. His poetry has appeared in Black Fox Literary Magazine, Quiddity, Misfit Magazine, Green Briar Review, and elsewhere.
Not bad!
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