Paradise Upturned
By Allene Keeney

Every spot is a project
Something adults want to figure out.
And everyone says my side yard has potential.
I guess I know what they mean.
There was a time where it did shine.
But standing here now,
I know it's a fixer-upper again.
Or maybe it's just the rain,
Trickling down my boots.
I want to walk the stepping stones,
Unseen under the leaves.
Maybe if I unburied them
I would find something else I planted there.
This place is my successes and my failures
In one.
A place so beautiful
Now all upturned.
Pots and things on the ground
Serving no purpose,
Only to trip me up.
Rain drips from a plastic flamingo's bill.
Its color still shines,
Protected from the cold,
Revealing the house next door,
Where children have drawn on the walls,
Things that will wash away soon.
Making me know that eventually
All good paradises on Earth
Will always come to a
Fall.

 

Allene Keeney from US is writing poems since she was a teenager. She now tends to focus on writing about romance, current events, and nature.