james kemper
sat on his frnt porch
readng the du pont brochure
full of wonder
it promisd
'dynamite excavates th hole
loosens the ground for yards around
kills all grubs
formng a spongy resrvoir for moisture
trees plantd in dynamited holes
live and thrive
and
a whole row of tree holes
can be excavatd in one instant
wth dynamite'
he talkd about this
and his many hopes
with miss melrose
who sat upon th porch swing
her bright spirit
a complemnt to his
bringing life to
dreary and barren days
on hearing his plan
a spool of thread fell
from her lap
their hands
accidently met
'please don't do this'
she sed softly
then resumd sewing
that afternoon
in th distance
twenty 3 trees
and james
fell to the detonation
in one instant
between her stitches
her face now aflame
miss melrose
stood up
and saw an empty space
wher once was james
she sat
and sewed
not knowing what to do
next
