Crook the Gardener in Love

Angel, step aside,
I've more important business.
God, get back to me
sometime later in the week.

Universe, how you shrink.
Stars, what stars?
She'll soon be here--
my pretty path, her prettier feet.


The Sand-Locked Hull In The Bay

Some things become
their own monument:
the village of Eyam,

the Monarchy,
the House of Lords,
beached shipwrecks, Britain.
 
Seth Crook

If you have any thoughts on these poems,  Seth Crook would be pleased to hear them.