She knows / settled into her land
she knows / the land will settle onto her
she knows / she is wholly unafraid she
lost her Silas twenty-
seven years come September they
stood through blighted mornings / stooped
beneath gritty eaves / toed
over ice bubbled gravel / laid hands
upon evening’s shimmered
lantern light
their shadows bled into one another
in life / in stillness
she makes herself become still at night
and inside her stillness he
still reaches for her she
still reaches for him
and the scent of their sweat has paled
we still claim the earth each morning
he said/ and she will change her mind by nightfall
they worked the land hard / they
worked each other harder / they
tried not to hurt each other with seventy-
six rough acres at their feet
and two baby girls at her breasts
sometimes they grew
a good season
and sometimes they
fell into the dust with
useless / ruined labor
and they knew they were only
one particular kind of dust / the kind
spat out from the clouds
each layer sacred
each grain a lesson
and she buried him in the middle of a quarter acre
that never grew anything but goldenrod
his shirt buttons were pale as potato flowers
he was without a topcoat
but his collar was clean
his hands and neck were scrubbed
the girls could not make it home
that season
in time to say goodbye
it did not rain
she re-reads their letters at the kitchen
table / their absences
and regrets written in an exaggerated
and flowery kind of script/ she sees
a certain trail of jittered sugar
between the bowl and her blue coffee cup/ it
seems almost elegant
on the crepe paper tablecloth
she brushes it away
and will sweep it all up by nightfall
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Oh, my heart skipped a beat reading this. So beautiful and sad and loving and wonderful.
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Thank you so much, I’m glad you liked it.
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Well-said, Priscilla. I had the same reaction.
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How utterly sad yet beautiful at the same time. I adored how your lines stopped and yet met each other, almost like a symbolism of the story of loves lost, yet reaching for each other and completing each other. I felt every word.
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Thank you so much, that means a lot to me.
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I love how you are able to write the narrative of entire lives in a single poem.
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Thank you, that’s kind of you to say. 🙂
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You’re most welcome. 🙂
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I’m left breathless, Steven. So touching. You take the simplest of wheat and weave it into gold.
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Thanks, Diana. These small things have a way of calming me.
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❤
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Beautiful!
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Thanks very much!
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Beautiful but so poignant. Pulls at the heartstrings!
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Thanks so much, Rita. 🙂
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