Pure Slush

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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.


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