Moon Country

Pity the poor plumeria tree:<br>no white petals again this year;<br>and again its green oblong leaves<br>fall before their prime expose<br>its skeletal frame like a desert fossil.<br><br>We hadn't asked all that much<br>of the plumeria---neither the shade<br>nor the elegance the others give---<br>only that it be a privacy screen<br>between our patio and the passersby.<br><br>Perhaps it thinks itself the orphan<br>we'd adopted the child with atavistic<br>traits we could not recognize the one<br>whom teachers sent home with notes<br>the kid who missed the open goal<br><br>the young man who left for the hills<br>with The Wanderers---the son<br>for whom we'd kill the fatted calf<br>if only he'd come back home to us<br>be the new leaf on our plumeria tree.<br><br><p>In his Moon Country poems Michael E. Murphy spirits the reader off to exotic places likeIguazu Falls the Bolshoi Theatre Galleons Lap the Agasawara archipelago in the westernPacific and back to drier ground in the Cholla Gardens of Joshua Tree Park. On the wingsof these and other poetic flights the reader accompanies Murphy as he comes of age in St.Paul raises a family and develops an international business law practice in Minneapolisthen returns in retirement to St. Paul-and to California's Coachella Valley to write his lifestories. For that's what these Moon Country poems are-stories. The word poem comes fromthe Greek poiesis the act of creating or imagining something like a story. Murphy invitesreaders to relive his life with him through these little stories these Moon Country poems.</p>