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...OVID, OLD BUDDY, I WOULD DISCOURSE WITH YOU A WHILE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MERCY OF LAZARUS by STEPHEN DOBYNS IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TUNK (A LECTURE ON MODERN EDUCATION) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |