Apology to Jud

(and William Carlos Williams)

That grotty yam
that caromed around my trunk
for a week or two
after it fell out of the grocery bag—
I ate it.
If you wanted any
you should have spoken up.
I’m not a mind reader, you know.

-Carol Brockfield
Verseweavers, Fall 2010

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About Carol Foreman Brockfield

Poet in Medford, Oregon
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