And Then There's You
Between then and now:
a red cliff, blackberry clouds
and my mother, licking the thread
for better travel through the needle.
Sometimes it's like this -
angel heads and voices calling deep
into my memory. A whir of everything
I thought I knew, and then there's you
in your old pajamas, licking your teeth
I pass right through.
If you've any comments on her poems, Penny
Greenwell would be pleased to hear