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Though cold, a kind of comfort. Page 53 Recalling the Solstice Grass and junipers gray with frost just before dawn. The dark gray too, with a mist drifted off the river. ) I saw the bones of the weeping birch bewildering the air, and thought of her ''lovely in her bones," as Roethke would say. And I felt as crazy-sane as him a moment, wanting a light touch to keep her bearable in mind. But the mist was heavy. ) Winter began to glow gray in the yard: the sun was rising far away. Page 54 January 29 I dream her waking, mother-of-pearl sky through the uncurtained window.
Page 58 February 23 At a crossroads, traffic blows by heavily; a few poplars with my dreams inside them stir as the traffic passes. That's why there's a papery rustle in my chest as we say goodbye (not parting slowly anymore, like lovers, but in haste, like tourists). And I find myself far from home again; on their shallow roots, the shadowy trees sway faintly as I pass. Page 59 February 28 The night I drove to you late, stars spattered like milk above black fields the whole forty miles, I cranked down the windows, letting nightsmells thunder in: cattle-rich earth, moonsilvered water flashing down furrows that fanned as I passed.
Page 40 Vander Meer Crying Fowl How a word, a silence, flays the heart like a baked game hen! Exposing the frail needlebones that carried, in life, the wild flesh and its awkward desires. Thus, her voice on the phoneits hunger repressed uneasily into choice etiquette: a proper knife-and-fork tenderness. No longer does Vander Meer wonder what nibbles his will away: she, or time, or memory or if he minds being so deliciously eaten. Better (he supposes) than growing fat on the lie that we know what lasts.
Bed of Coals: Poems by Joseph Hutchison