by Marc Carver
took it to the garden to bury it.
and down I dug until I hit another one.
one was buried deep but only because I knew that I
could not open it
had been there since the beginning of time
was impossible to open I knew that.
this one had to go very deep
it had come to the surface again.
see I had almost forgot about it but it had been there
always just under the surface.
I dug and I dug until I got tired and threw it in and
next day I was refreshed from my sleep I looked out
into the garden and there it was
as punch for everybody to see.
Carver is an old man that
occasionally manages to knock out a good poem, or two.
Ann Marie Rhiel is the Assistant Art Director for Yellow Mama Webzine.
She was born and raised in Bronx, New York, presently
living in New Jersey. She reconnected with her passion for art in 2016
and has had her work exhibited in art galleries
around northern New Jersey ever since. She is a commissioned
painting artist, who also enjoys photography. Her work has also appeared
in Black Petals and Megazine Official.