The Unpicked

Dogs piss on lilacs and raisins
die the death of grapes picked

Everything changes and thoughts
are just sounds, all moving like strings picked

Without wanting to look stupid
we are just kids in the kickball line wanting to be picked

Cowards and cowboys and car thieves and cool kids
I become Buddha. I taste radicchio. I am not alone. Picked

in the barley fields. Seduced by a deep breath
at the very bottom of the trash picked. 

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat ReviewMoria Poetry JournalChronogram JournalAmpersand Literary ReviewThe Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA TodayThe Wall Street JournalThe AtlanticHavana TimesSouth China Morning PostThe Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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