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80 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 26, 2011
Resolution
The serge and clatter of whitewater conceals
how shallow underneath is, how quickly gone.
Leave that noise behind. Come here
where the water is slow, and clear.
Watch the crawfish prance across the sand,
the mica flash, the sculpen blend with stone.
It’s all beyond your reach though it appears
as near and known as your outstretched hand.
Woman Among Lightning: Catawba County Fair, 1962
Tendrils of neon sprouting
sudden as kudzu across
seven acres of sawdust,
in the middle of a great wheel
dredging buckets of darkness
out of the sky, and this night
wind flapping tents, underneath
of clouds glowing like blown coals,
thundering their heavy freight
toward the fairground as riders
disembark early, but she
refuses, so rides into
the storm, hand reaching as if
trying to pull lightning-wreaths
around her head – a farmwife
leaving the ground where her days
are measured in rows, the hoe
swinging like a metronome
while life leaks away like blood
on land always wanting more,
wanting more, free of it now
as the hawk she saw at dawn,
wings embracing an updraft,
how it hovered that moment
above the fields and fence wire,
as she does now at the pause
between ascent and return,
far from earth as a fistful
of hard-earned quarters can take her.