VERSE
Reiter, Thomas
THOMAS REITER SNOW We've crossed the snow laid over On Quail Hollow Creek and come to a field that's the afterimage of sun on a wide pool. Along the bank a hollow stump takes its deepest...
...Snow is the term this day goes under...
...this field has lost its way, each bush and weed a sign that has packed its directions into roots...
...Along the bank a hollow stump takes its deepest breath in years, the highest blackberry canes are hunchbacks, and pods of flowering ground cherry hang like airless balloons...
...Bend close: flakes link and overhang a wild asparagus fern till it drifts down like a water-strider mooring the flow to its reflection...
...Say nothing...
Vol. 103 • July 1976 • No. 14
