Portrait of a Figure near Water
Rebuked, she turned and ran uphill to the barn. Anger, the inner arsonist, held a match to her brain. She observed her life: against her will it survived the unwavering flame.…
4 tygodnie temu
The Visit
The talkative guest has gone, and we sit in the yard saying nothing. The slender moon comes over the peak of the barn. The air is damp, and dense with the scent of honeysuckle… The last clever story has been told and answered with laughter.…
4 tygodnie temu
The Blue Bowl
Like primitives we buried the cat with his bowl. Bare-handed we scraped sand and gravel back into the hole. They fell with a hiss and thud on his side, on his long red fur, the white feathers between his toes, and his long, not to say aquiline, nose.…
4 tygodnie temu
The Shirt
The shirt touches his neck and smooths over his back. It slides down his sides. It even goes down below his belt— down into his pants. Lucky shirt.
4 tygodnie temu
Let Evening Come
Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come.…
4 tygodnie temu
Otherwise
I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood. All morning I did the work I love.…
4 tygodnie temu