Borrowed

Dec 5

Written By Terry Jude Miller

I open an icebox

that isn’t mine to find

a bowl of half-eaten plums,

save for one, a red wheelbarrow,

white chickens, and a blackbird.

Such a strange collection

for imitation, the chickens

cluck, the blackbird whistles.

To say, close the door

and mind your own business.

Which I do, but not before nicking

the one uneaten plum.

Terry Jude Miller is a twice Pushcart Prize-nominated poet from Houston. He received the 2018 Catherine Case Lubbe Manuscript Prize for his book, The Drawn Cat’s Dream. His work has been published in the Southern Poetry Anthology, The Lily Poetry Review, The Comstock Review, and The Oakland Review and in scores of other publications. He formerly served as 1st Vice Chancellor of the National Federation of State Poetry Societies.

Terry Jude Miller

Terry Jude Miller is a twice Pushcart Prize-nominated poet from Houston. He received the 2018 Catherine Case Lubbe Manuscript Prize for his book, The Drawn Cat’s Dream. His work has been published in the Southern Poetry Anthology, The Lily Poetry Review, The Comstock Review, and The Oakland Review and in scores of other publications. He formerly served as 1^st Vice Chancellor of the National Federation of State Poetry Societies.

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