A Cross of Roads In Carolina at a dirt cross of roads I saw the splendor of a star shine and fall - It was Autumn & a ripeness was pungent in the dying leaves - the moon large enough to reveal golden petals of indentations There was a coolness in the air & a thickening of night sounds - the owl running a compulsory call - some lone bird I had not heard before rolling a long sound of woe And you, barefoot & suddenly mysterious - more than my best friend - suddenly a flower crumbled and thrown down in faded leaves Our houses faced each other & the roads ran four ways, as though we had choices, as though the traps set by the captured wives of the Methodist church would never reach us, but run confused by the choice of directions There was a beautiful boy who broke beneath the iron will of his mother, her disappointment more important than the open light in your face There was a denial, and a new knowledge dawning in the insufferable night - and a baby too small to hold up a fist - And you, beautiful meteor of the bright, dulled with realization - crumbled with a sharp stick and the smell of death - No longer worried about the plans we kept hidden in the red diary beneath the iron bed - White - a broken laurel, an ivory face - searching the stars in an endless stare
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 01:08:03 +0000
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