Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, NOT EVER, by JANE MILLER



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First Line: So hot so early. Gold light thrown onto the water to feed
Last Line: Those that can get to their feet.
Subject(s): Autumn; Childlessness; Nature; Seasons; Fall


So hot so early. Gold light thrown onto the water to feed
little animals on their backs - a dream I wake from to a warm
autumn day. Dandelion puffs and flies crowd the air. Horsehair
and apple-smell. There's an ache in my back and neck and still
three cords to stack. Rust-coppery leaves crack their spines.
Stark blue days, reminiscent of Greek dawns: harbor light, the undivided
waters - think of it! the variable waves. Fantasies
lace low tide where pairs of lovers bury the past in blond
sand. Because if the universe contracts, it hasn't enough mass

to begin again. The million suns painting Spruce Mountain
circle and hold at my window. They break the rules, they enter
the room, gold-leafing my oak floor. The other day I decided not
to have children. Not now.... To shut out the light or let it in
as I please. But I miss their talk, a language I hear as a breeze
to ruffle me. The sun easily hides behind a cloud. Little animals
on their backs hate the coming of winter. They scamper suddenly,
those that can get to their feet.





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