The Custodian

by Danny P. Barbare

Cleaning the windows at the YMCA,
I stop to gaze at the flower garden.
In early autumn,
My doctor
Turns the disability of depression
Into petals of yellow,
And thorns to a smooth stem,
Like the flowers.
And I am thankful too
From the caring roots, I grew.
And the soil, fertile and rich,
That got me the help I needed,
From which I was blessed.

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Danny P. Barbare's poetry has appeared locally, nationally, and abroad. His poems have appeared in over 550 online and print journals and have won the Jim Gitting's Award, The Studio Gilchrist Award, and Its Radio. He has been writing poetry over 32 years. He works at a local YMCA.

Last updated December 23, 2013