As I sift through the mounds of accumulated nonsense in my “undergrad” folder on my computer, I stumbled upon this random poem that I wrote that must have been for some course, or perhaps for the school newspaper (what, The Strand, publishing poems? Never!). I’m shocked that I wrote this, probably for its amateur nature, or maybe because I don’t remember writing it at all.

Evelyn

The cluster of jonquils waved in her loving shade,
fed and fostered by her unrelenting, never-ending care.
Every morning she knelt on the living soil,
close to their whispering trumpet-faces.
Coming back every night to their bed she did the same,
their coronae brushing against her milk white cheek.
Sighing sweetly into her attentive ear,
each receiving a planted kiss time after time,
for she knew that they would never leave her.
Their roots reached down, down, down,
And embraced his loveless heart.