Iowa Writes

RICHARD POTTER
David M.


We used to trade
plants (ferns,
daylilies, hostas),
talked about his work
as flower arranger
where I brought
perennials, and then
began to meet
in clinic more.
Twice we shared
in-patient rooms
a day, he going
home, and I
arriving. Shared
unpleasantnesses.
Bone-marrowed,
chemoed, cat-scanned,
palpated, intubated,
ventilated, spinal-tapped,
we met in procedure
rooms, retina
clinic, X-ray,
talking about our
gardens. Last
I saw him, balding,
purpled, going blind,
pain suffusing
each motion and breath,
it had been long
since we spoke of perennials,
comparative values
of snapdragons,
dahlias, colors
and bloom-time.
I missed that,
miss it still, David.

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RICHARD POTTER

This poem originally appeared in Volume 5, Number 6 of 100 Words, a journal published by The University of Iowa's International Writing Program between 1993 and 1998. Each piece in the journal had to be 100 words or fewer, and each issue had a theme. This issue's theme was "On Garden."

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on June 01, 2009

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