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 Queen’s Quarterly, as well as poems in the Goose, the Fiddlehead, Prairie Fire, and the Dalhousie Review.