Absence in Any Weather (Spring)


My field ripples green and silver

                    unpredictable

         That thing with feathers, with beak and talons

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The oak holds its flickering leaves for one more morning.  The light no longer trembles when I take a breath, even though a car rattles toward me down the long dirt road.  Is it over?  What harde ...  [+]

as frost on the shingles

as lost school form, crumpled under the table

as smudge on my glasses

as clouds like cotton balls, as the bit of blue peeking through

as nail in the ...  [+]

It's not the color of the center of the flame. Or the tip, as it flickers and then dissolves. A candle's flame, not a roaring bonfire. Almost like the sheen of brass. Close, but not quite. Warmer. Not ...  [+]