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In Country

Rhino Magazine, 2002

i
Red-wing. Swallows. Wild
ginger that thirst
every window shut
against it

ii
See where it broke through,
the cancer, she said. All
night the smell of skunk
heavy with
something too close

iii
Semblance of rain, that dance
of morphine leeching
you quiet by a window so
we can bear it

iv
As in never leave
corn’s green rows
planted tight
against later

v
River brown blue-edged
with waste the shape of
your hands, how she knew
what you did just by looking

vi
By August jewelweed, autumn
learned as a balm against
stinging nettle so late in
the year not expected

vii
Already the wine-red leaves
lose their sense of place &
what troubles me scatters
the grass like animal blood

viii
Yarrow. Coreopsis. Wild
carrot that grows in spite
of itself & not every
center bears the blood-red
drop. This morning humming-
bird among the iris now
who will I tell if not you