Poetry:
Murphy, Brian
Brian Murphy The Fox A blue toothbrush on the sink Where you left it weeks ago, Like a magnet weakly pulling Calls you back into my home. Remember when we stood together On the darkened promenade,...
...Tied in knots from long ago The stricken fox gnaws at its paws, Escapes the torment of the snare, Leaves behind a bloody trail Sinks in grass, I find you there.here...
...I dare not speak the words of lovers Down on this withered river side, Measured cups are all I've bartered But you released the wall-high torrents Drove the tree-roots through'the tide...
...Remember when we stood together On the darkened promenade, Lights danced easy on the water- Easy words were all we'd known...
...But sitting there one greying morning Coffee spilled and food half gone I held you hard for fear of talking What we spoke went bone on bone...
Vol. 117 • August 1990 • No. 14
