a fine, nature-connected lullaby narrative. but what's with the
paratactic sentences?
KS
On 26/03/2008, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> It's spring again. The garden knows it. From beneath,
> green and purple leaves, reaching up. Reaching out.
>
> A winter vine climbs the fence. It separates the boards.
> Strong and woody, it goes where it pleases. In all directions.
>
> A Japanese lantern hangs on a steel hook. At night, long
> winter nights, it warms the garden. I am not like other
>
> people. I watch them, for clues. A woman passes by
> with two small dogs on a leash. She smiles. Why?
>
> I go to the door and look through the glass. On the fence,
> at my eye level, a black cat looks back at me. I open
>
> the door, and the cat vanishes in an arc over the fence.
> A squirrel eats buds from a scrap tree. A weed, aggressive,
>
> but harmless in its own right, it feeds the tree rats, the various
> birds. I am chased by a monster. It's kill or be killed. I am so weak
>
> I can barely lift the hammer; the blow only cracks the monster's
> bald skull. Like an egg, cracking. This happens many times, many
>
> iterations. I find a green light and shine it on the monster. I sing it
> a love song, and it dies, finally, peacefully. Sitting very still, I hold
>
> my aging cat against my aging breasts. We both purr. With my
> breath, we purr. I decide to allow deep pleasure back into my life.
>
> A snow shovel stands against the wall. Unused, unneeded, this
> warm spring. Everything has a function. We all do what we must.
>
>
>
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>
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> ~ SB | http://www.sbpoet.com | =^..^=
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