Another Catalpa Poem For You Before This Year's Bloom Is Through.

A Poem by Jim

Inside a Catalpas blooms

Yellow runways and silent signals

It was blooming a year ago and I stopped

Late for work at the cemetery

Stopped for coffee

Instead of digging a grave

Wound up blabbering to someone

About its slender beans

And it’s prehistoric shape

And again

Just yesterday

Running the weed whip between stones

A senseless doom returned

In a dreams recollection of planting portulacas

In the empty church yard between

Brambles and debris of moss-rose between

Hear its chimes across the grounds

Wasted space with the dead

A religious relics

Now only weeds press up and unlock the mausoleum

Love for summer gone with the blooms

All together Purslane and white Catalpa blooms simulated between the graves of

Strangers

Maybe the wind as well