Visiting the Reservoir with my Daughter
by Leone Scanlon
The grass now
marigold, the water cerulean
where it meets the green shore,
July colors, intense
as the Yorkshire landscapes Hockney painted
for a dying friend,
a violet road curls back
enfolding saffron fields, rich
in the last light.
As we sit by the reservoir I say
I ask too much of you,
you deny it but I know I must shield you
from the colors of my love,
fierce, helpless.
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Leone Scanlon is a writer and visual artist who lives in Worcester, Massachusetts. Her poems have appeared in Common Ground Review, Negative Capability, On the Page Magazine, Worcester Magazine, and The Worcester Review, among others. Her daughter is 35 years old.
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