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Sheri Gabbert – 2 poems

What I did last summer

 

I watch the old woman next door,

her sheets flying kites

tethered to a wire clothes line.

 

She leans against a rusty pole,

single clothespin in her mouth,

pauses to consider linens hung to dry

on summer afternoons.

 

Dripping air in dry skies, sweat,

iced watermelon, banjo and fiddles

on a front porch, old men in overalls,

kids with no shoes, the growl of a lawn mower.

 

I never hang sheets out to dry

they smell like dirt

dirt smells

like a fresh-dug grave.

 

🍃

 

 

Pedestrian Dirge

 

Naked inside cocoon clothing,

she believes the layers impregnable

and strides into traffic, zig, zag,

bounces from one near accident

to another until exhausted

she stops

in the middle of the highway

just to watch

red Mustangs and white

Suburbans and Cadillac limousines —

taffy stretched over turning wheels —

blackened windows holding grief —

boxes of bones, naked beneath handfuls

of dust to dust, ash to ash.

She remains in the middle of the highway

not seeing danger.

 

🍃

 

 

Sheri Gabbert 

 

By Heavenly Flower Publishing

Bindweed Magazine publishes two anthologies each year: Midsummer Madness and Winter Wonderland. Bindweed is run as a not for profit, labour of love endeavour by an author/poet couple: Leilanie Stewart and Joseph Robert. Bindweed can be found at https://bindweedmagazine.wordpress.com

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