Saturday, December 18, 2010

Those geraniums - a poem

My coat hurling around my body my calves all my 
doubts Hair whipped into snarls The lone farmhouse 
crouched hay-dry wind-vexed Tawny thistles scratched
 into ochre flats A white porch A rankle of geraniums 
behind a choke of chicken wire Collar and tie under 
combination overalls been-to-church smiles snaking 
directions The break in the river

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