VERSE
Humma, John
JOHN HUMMA MOTHER'S LIMBS Arthritis has found a home in her. Humbled to a shuffle, she doesn't curse a thing; some Congregationalist strain in her family tree acquiesces to the lodger. She...
...They'll stop in silence together.ilence together...
...The ground rises upon each step, the leaves fall toward some consummate meeting, a common ground where the tenant will have nothing more to do...
...All the tree stiffens against movement, screams when the juices are made to work harder...
...She even pays the rent...
...the swollen feet are loaves of lead...
...Reluctant, they assert the way is downward, or stationary, not ahead...
...It anticipates the end, ranges to the roots...
Vol. 102 • June 1975 • No. 6
