deadnettle
let us call them
white flowers calumniate
words these hedgerows
of his twilight summer world
umbels
where yesterday parsley
already
in the garden – smell!
inflorescent in the lane
supporting skies soon no longer his
nightshade
of his days
by the gate
by the inn
* poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.
Bio:
Anthony Purdy lives and writes in Nova Scotia. His publications include poems and stories in recent issues of ºÚÁϳԹÏ×ÊÔ´ Quarterly, as well as poems in the Goose, the Fiddlehead, Prairie Fire, and the Dalhousie Review.