Under the Japanese Maple
He sat for you
Denying all lusts and pleasures
(as are the natural things)
You know he left
That park bench empty
Under the Japanese maple.
He could have picked another leaf
A faithful one, at very least
But he wanted you and only you
Even though your face fell away
into the fog of foolish display
He still may be waiting
Under the Japanese Maple
Or maybe he won’t give you that chance.
Author notes
inspired by
under_red_tree by saligia
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When I first read the title it sounded like it would be like *Snow Falling on Cedar* the movie with Ethan Hawke.
But it was nice I liked it. We all have waited for someone! -
I like how you built up the hope but then turned it around in the end. Very nice!
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Love the imagery in this poem and the sense of "waiting." Good luck in the contest!
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