Sunday, May 25, 2008

Ripples After

Delphinium. Antediluvian grace. A cellar door in the rain. Gaps in the fence. Mountain laurel. Slick silver of buckling trout. Where blackberries grow. Deadfall. Impossible yellow. Crow feather bent where the trail turns east. Low moon, little light. Minnows and their ripples. After, perspiration on the upper lip, a sigh, salt. Dusty curtains, cold floors. Bruised rhubarb. Rocks shaped like hearts, Tennessee, a horse head. Ever in love but tired, so tired. Melody over what. A good walking stick, a dog. This list of what.

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