c u p p e n r o o d

B267. her smile was

then, and now lights

the patterns of her face remembered

the morning I saw her drawing back the afternoon kitchen

jars of rinds, staged firm and sweet

for friends, winters.

Friends, winters then,
and now lights—jars of rinds, staged firm and sweet for the patterns of her
face remembered, the morning I saw her
drawing back the afternoon kitchen.

Posted by nancy at January 11, 2010 07:02 PM