- Meek April Dusk
This spring dusk welcomesnight like an old frienddressed in a blue haze vest
walking slantwise overfields the color of eggplant,cabbage, berries. The old lady
who lives by the pondwith the wind for her loomercontinues to crochet
soft skeins, weaving theminto frocks, shawls, even burial cloaks.She does not fret night peeking
under her lilac and lily bedsplanted along the cobbled banks.There's the scent of dogwood
and honeysuckle in the April air.The moon is a dialtelling sacred time
rejoicing in the resurrectionof the stars with their spotsof pure color in heaven's garden. [End Page 149]
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