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The Four Seasons

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by Howie Good       Simmer  > 


1 Autumn

 

A matter not of character,

but chemicals,

I tell anybody who asks,

pointing at the sun

as if any minute

it weren’t going to be night. 

 

 

2 Winter

 

The road just ends.

Informers

and false witnesses

are everywhere.

I can’t go back,

and you can’t go forward,

and we can’t stand still.

 

 

3 Spring

 

Sun breaking through. . .

The shrunken old woman

 

who just about fills

a child’s rocking chair

 

threads the beads of rain

left in her lap to make

 

one last silver necklace.

 

 

4 Summer

 

And when a girl opens

her mouth to speak,

the booming of her heart

escapes into the air.

  

published 8 February 2012