The Transplant

Photo by Susan Teare, Yarmouth native

The Transplant
By Marilyn Meadows, Springvale

The planted lilacs at the new house
White, pink and
Well, lilac
Suffer from lack of sun
Their leaves grow gray
And dusky
And their roots
Do not advance.

At the old house, surely
The lilac bushes push at
The windows and the
For days greedily counted
Their scent divine.
The morning glories
In their turn,
Climb, spread
Open their faces to the sun.
Inhale it whole.

Back in the woods
The pine trees and maple
Make strong sentries.
Doom the sun thirsty
The Poorly chosen
And the guiltless.

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