Old elm (revised)
Abandoned farmhouse, graying outbuildings. In your final winter, you stood with empty, cracking branches to tell us plain that your …
Abandoned farmhouse, graying outbuildings. In your final winter, you stood with empty, cracking branches to tell us plain that your …
coming in the house with sand between your toes or mud covering your boots, you may pause by my old …
The hill stands innocent as it always has – empty now, or perhaps drowsily crossed by weekend strollers. What is …
Does water remember as I make my way across her on this diagonal again? I clear a wake, paddles’ light …
It begins with the scent of geraniums, bitter and hard, and my grandmother telling me not to touch because she …
Driveway grooves into thicket, clearing, beyond first house now needing repair onto big house now overgrown by cedars rooted along …
Dust stirs as I walk to your door, hat by my side. Long pond lies still, weeds bending, expectant. How …
How you pull me down and up at once. In you I see ancient, raw days when I brought something …
Even the meek swell with water running down. Come now, spill yourself into our long water. Let it trail you …
Does it startle you, shake you from oblivion, draw you to attention, to your fear? Or do you turn away …