The Story Garden 5.0
Poetry
Demeter
Two televisions in separate rooms,
computers kindle and cast shadow.
Enough stalling: phone rings in half-breaths,
she starts "...have to tell you something--"
Pause. A life of caesura and blinking,
the quarter-steps into the undertaking.
"Just get off with it," but she won't.
Forgotten loves linger like pop music
Or food poisoning. On TV I'm watching
the news or news about news until
Eleanor of thirteen months walks with
first unaided steps. These have been
the months of nothing and long rides;
bird watching and coitus interruptus,
Our year of sargassum. One daughter
walks, the other menstruous; both
full of laughter, Demeter undisguised.
--Kenneth L. Clark
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