Ok, so, back! As it turns out if you forget your password, and leave the piece of paper it's written down on in NYC while you're away (helping out convicted criminals - but that's a different story) it's awfully hard to update your ill-read thread. In any case, I got a little writing done this summer. The weather was warm, so maybe that influenced my decision to play in around in shorts. Got two about plums, not sure which I like best so they're both included. Also included in this update is a poem I started fiddling with...almost a year ago? Be easy to tell which one that is. In any case, y'all enjoy! (Anyone still reading this, that is)
Breezy
That is not
a warm wind
sighing in your ear;
it is Summer
coming on.
How to Eat a Peach
Put teeth to wet skin,
bite; lightly
until the juice
dribbles
down your chin.
Berry Picking
Sample. Savor
them slowly: taut
between fingers,
rolling
tender on your tongue.
Strawberry
After picking
they will be
stained her lips
red – the tips
of your fingers.
Plum (one)
Behind that bitter
exterior, firm flesh
rushes sweet, tickles
at the corners
of your mouth
Plum (two)
After its end
lingers: the taste
(skin’s tart twang)
in the corners
of your mouth.
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At four a.m. I followed
the water fumbling
through the cracks
in the sidewalk slabs,
beneath the swaying
lights, reflected,
green-yellow-red
rolling down
the uptown avenue,
the damp asphalt,
a black-tar river running
through the night.
In the gutter there was,
ribboning on its way,
a silver-backed snake
threading down
from the high ground,
away from the morningside ridge
to the steps
of Shelburne Hall.
Where I found
inside, realized, I
did not recognize
the sound of rain,
sat in the stairwell
and etched
its echo in my mind.
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