Left Behind
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
poetry
Today I took your lone sweater from the shelf
where once the commingling of yours and mine
found perfect shelter in our nested winter clothes.
Nestling my nose in the folded sleeves…
Strawberry: Weekend Wife
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
poetry
Like shampoo, the scarf smells strawberry,
her hair is her shampoo smell, the shade
of strawberries in the sun.
Summer Kitchen
2 June 2003
Vol. 3, No. 2
poetry
Before there were appliances that whirr,
this place was the epicenter of summer sweets
made of tart fruits no one bakes anymore,
rhubarb and raspberry pies left to cool…

