Chaos Theory
By Daniele Pantano
Published in
Jun 1, 2022
When did you last withstand the deafening cellar light?
When did you last speak of potatoes, the baskets
Of zucchini flowers, onions on wooden shelves?
Fingers dipped in juice? Don’t you see?
They’ve moved on to poplars and birches.
Names spill from their galleries: deciduous shelters.
You, on the other hand, still tend to your fallow garden.
These wounds you fill. These harvests amid brilliant decay.
