The hedgerow of knee-high slender saplings
now towers and spreads with abandon.

No longer sure of myself but –  faint and insistent – 
do I hear knocking at the door?

I should have known, of course it wasn’t;
just a large crow, pecking bugs out of the gutter.

It’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo)!

Day Twenty-Eight prompt from NaPoWriMo.net: 

Victoria Chang’s poem, “The Lovers,” is short and somewhat shocking, bringing us quickly from a near-hallucinatory descriptive statement to a strange sort of question, before ending on the very direct statement of a “truth.” Six lines, three sentences, and to top it off, a title that I think works for the poem but is only obliquely related to its text. Today, try writing a poem that follows the same beats: three sentences, six lines: statement, question, conclusion.