Fall 2019 / Poetry 2019 / Uncategorized / Volume 50

Petals By: Darcy Smith

Walking a path of uneven bluestone,

wind bellows a spray of pink dogwoods.

 

Storm clouds plow under 

the sunlit sky. I trample petals.

 

Screen door squawks. I set her dinner

on the kitchen counter. The living room, 

 

a sea of linens on their sides. I sit at the edge

of a rented bed, her tired eyes, bag of urine. 

 

The birds are loud today. she stares,

mouth slackens. I leave her, clouds

 

pounding, trudge back on cracked pavement, 

slick with earthworms straining to the surface.

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