Verse
Meyers, Joan Rohr
POEMS loon Rohr Meyers Apples We've eoiae again to apples, wfeea *ed*eheeked days ' .give off a seasoaed cry. and time looks back With jwatieisi longing to teiag*s btwst Out tjreath grows...
...One jar <tf marigolds next to thff phone ; speaks of small pleasures...
...and when great winds from nowhere meet branches hopeless at holding together, a soft brush of leaves tells the whole story as green-globed we spin * through the fingers of God's passion...
...But, Aunt Theresa, know this: at the track not a mile from your grave, young thoroughbreds stretch, training their hooves to throw sparks...
...Even the air resists changing and settles instead to compose its own metaphor of moisture and dust...
...13 February 1987: 87...
...You rang and the nurse swept your opening death under straight blankets...
...In a flash they are gone...
...Summer's Majesty Young birds of early nesters hatched in the spring, have already fluttered and are past...
...That night at the hospital • you thought yop saw a dark horse standing at the foot of your bed jerking his head against the cold breeze...
...When the sun finally comes and breathes through the haze, you see, like an angel the vanishing point of the first creation...
...attest is a gallery dC scenes withowt doorknobs ; wjtere low things aps to$t and lives have to fit ; ll».sijf»,0f their frames...
...and » eraefc in Ac mirror is its own omen...
...Finish Line At Down A dazed bluing covers the hill and giassy-eyed houses are too tired to wave with the lift of a shade...
...ta&e aad eat we take and eat...
...You pause at the window linked bj?« ehairt-ack feeling something as real as the pain in 3 dream...
...In summer's fury to fill in blank spaces they ride the rich promise of pomegranate and plum, of seed-beariag creation...
...Life swells with a fever that stretches the oak...
...With a steel needle she strained morphine pastures into your brain, and your sister walked for hours through blurry tears...
...The...
...and time looks back With jwatieisi longing to teiag*s btwst Out tjreath grows white among hard choices, Remembering, we...
...Windows - The colored squares ,-of mi^bm" secrete shtae to the sight...
Vol. 114 • February 1987 • No. 3
