in equal measure
with equal intention
& somewhere
within hearing
the seesaw
stilled
as each
month
comes
to closing
the next opening
the same true
with a meal
with the next
scattered
gestures
penning
air
She panned the creek with little sticks as if to summon gold. On the side of the river grew the greens for dinner, and these too went into her basket. At home the bread might be rising, and the small ones bathing, and the lamps lit and swinging in the summer breeze. It was as if the world has slowed for her, and for her future, as she set the table and wondered what he was doing on the other side of the hill.
She panned the creek with little sticks as if to summon gold. On the side of the river grew the greens for dinner, and these too went into her basket. At home the bread might be rising, and the small ones bathing, and the lamps lit and swinging in the summer breeze. It was as if the world has slowed for her, and for her future, as she set the table and wondered what he was doing on the other side of the hill.
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