Saturday, July 22, 2017

Another Found Poem--Gould's Sugar House

Gould’s Sugar House

I wait for Kate my therapist
Now long-time friend
To join me for brunch
At Gould’s Sugar House
On Route 2's historic Mohawk Trail
Early spring day when hardly any sap
Will flow -- for you see it takes freezing nights
And warm days to make the sap 
This peculiar cusp of no-winter
There in the rustic barn above the sugar 
House for a contemplative moment
I see all the people before me
Their music the din of restaurant
Noises, sips of coffee in anticipation of  pancakes
                           waffles, corn fritters

Each in their own vision of reality
Not touching yet together seeking
That taste of sweetness

Jacqueline Gens
Revised October 5, 2017
Highland Village
Shelburne Falls, MA

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