Today's poem is by Julia Wendell
On Our Way Home, Things Get Suspended for a Moment
The snow flurry passed & the sun came out.
Clouds parted over corn stubble, turning the field
into an amber lake.
The way you find yourself leavings
after months of bad weather,
so an amber wash across a field came
& wenta body to be entered, crossed, held onto.
Copyright © 2005 Julia Wendell All rights reserved
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