Trophy Poem
by David Michael Jackson
Awards for the soul,
this
is the trophy poem.
Chosen for her beauty
to show my friends
how successful she is,
this poem.
Born in the evening,
after losses too sad
for the awards,
this trophy poem,
engraved here
and awarded
to you,
wanderer among irises,
planter of gardens.
She remembers me,
and turns
with a smile,
this trophy poem,
this single petal
awarded to a stranger
engraved with
her memory
in a droplet
on a flower
in the moonlight.
Image courtesy of Clarksville Taps
