Poetry
Kirby, Mark
Mark Kirby Autumn: Evening Tennis Taken pulling flowers, Persephone, her arms full of color, Hades carried like a torch into the underworld. Now that sunset has settled into evening, our...
...The racket is an intransigent elbow with which to make our designs...
...The fragrance of burning wood is everywhere...
...and we are slowed by dark and caution and punchy with misses, and our time is short...
...Our playing ground is cracked beneath us...
...random grass spills out, smoke from Persephone's torch...
...Now that sunset has settled into evening, our play, its mute gesticulating arcs, slashes holes in the dark where green is grey and yellow is too Dark swoons through a fence of trees into our school of motion where character learns the stubbornness of boundaries...
Vol. 119 • November 1992 • No. 20
