April, 1947, the war over, Steve & Eli home, their long, carved faces shadowed, their eyes turned in. All down the block houses close early. In the dark Sophie opens the back gate to let the aromas of rotting roses flood the untended fields she scours for wildflowers. In my high room, startled by the bark of a spade on stone, I hang between two worlds, heaven & earth, as the clouds pass over holding their tongues. |
from MY HEAVENS!
© 2002 Philip Levine