in the orchard
among half naked trees
I squat among mounds of fallen fruit
their browning death
a dilatory sun.
their waxwing perched above
makes no effort to speak
there is nothing the trees haven't already heard,
everything I touch here is dying
as is the day.
Ag Synclair publishes The Montucky Review and edits poetry for The Bookends Review. Widely published around the globe, he flies under the radar. Deftly. A native New Englander, he currently resides in Arlington, Massachusetts, with his partner in crime, the artist and poet, Heather Brager.