All afternoon the sprinkler ticks and sprays,
ticks and sprays in lazy rounds, trailing
a feather of mist. When I turn it off,
the cicadas keep up their own dry rain,
passing on high from limb to limb.
I don't know what has shocked me more,
that you are gone, that I am still here,
that there is music after the end.
Heaven by David Baker | Garden Lavender Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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David Baker is author of more than twenty books, most recently “Transit” (poems, 2026, W. W. Norton). He is
a poet, educator, critic, and editor, and lives in Granville, Ohio.
