Swingset: Used, Free Choked up with weeds,hard to mow around nowthe grass has grown backwhere feet always wore it thin.Spiderwebs on the swingsthat sway with wind.The even-spaced metal barshold no memory of handsthat gripped them so tightlybefore letting go. Concrete Chunk in my Daughter’s Rock Collection Chip of sidewalkin her hoard of rose quartz,amethyst, obsidian—is…
Have you ever spent time looking at a great work of art and found yourself lost in it? Literally lost in it, wandering around a water lily pond or gallivanting through haystacks? Then maybe you are a Restorationist, who can get sucked into a painting like a portal into another world. We pre-ordered Between Flowers…
Do you want to see all the beads and buttons I’ve found? Yes, I do want to see them.Crystal, glass, pony, seed,fake pearl, plastic gold—maybe they were part of broken bracelets,or a necklace never strung, the threadfallen away like a cut lock of hair.Maybe they were loosely sewnto a lady’s shirt—an old, old lady,as old…
Left in the Rain One sodden sockand anotherdotting the yardlike strange flowers.Treasure Islandswollen up,laid butterfly to dry.In a plastic bowl,bloated Goldfishcrackers swim.A polka-dot rain jacket,discarded, shieldsa patch of grass.Chalk portraits, cities,my children’s names,tattooing our driveway:all erasedNew baptized, thesetender leaves push upfrom the dirt. Image by Kireyonok_Yuliya
