This is, this is -- this @3has@1 to be here like this because I am inconsolable. Even summer coming failed to enlarge the green accuracy of Nature. Real summer, we won't see till Mexico. Anyway, I think of my mother when I think of Nature, her beliefs -- like sheets flapping on a back porch line. Some people might still wash things and hang them up to dry. Children play on the sidewalk. At least they are happy. I sit in my own opaque opening, but I promise to be better tomorrow. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN BONDAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MAGDALEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO -, WITH A ROSE by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |