This Burning
Partridge, Dixie
Dixie Partridge This Burning Brnss light of a winter sun hits you through glass, fades like candle-shaped sound from retreating bugles. Sky through cirrus and birch limbs dissolves apricot to...
...the many ways of leaving.s of leaving...
...Sky through cirrus and birch limbs dissolves apricot to violet when the sun is gone, smoldering on in the mind...
...Everything past is manifest in a moment: all those strivings dimming toward loss...
...how we live through absence...
...To survive love as well as violence, still savoring the veins of a petal, the scent of someone's skin...
...It's the small connections made that remain clear-the fingertip bud on an empty branch, a voice coming back, a glance...
...And over the patching and tearing the darkness that comes holds an after-image, imprints on the retina of memorybrnss through bare trees...
Vol. 123 • December 1996 • No. 22
