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Once living / Final harvest
Frontiers, 1994 by Lu Conant Rees, Holly
ONCE LIVING
i remember once living
inside my whole keen body,
skin brilliant and sweet,
sharp briny tonic
darting up my blood
at the sight of you.
in the green wealth
of spring, i breathed
each bright, immaculate scent,
the air full and reckless.
naked as new grass
beneath my fretful clothes,
temperance was impossible.
the body's swift places
swelled open, incautious
as any flower.
that rich hunger
owned me, and i craved
the fertile chaos of earth,
where you would bring me.
in this climate, the seasons'
shift is less impatient.
the air sweetens, the white
bodies of trees collecting
color at the tips. i watch
the slow, rough entry
of green through black dirt,
my skin silent
and unchanging. i wait
for the radiant, moist shock
of spring, for touches
to break me open,
for the dull weight
of this body
to turn to light
and burn.
FINAL HARVEST
from the road, i'm afraid
your garden's burning, bushy
smoke sprouting up
through tinderous leaves
and crisp hollow stalks. closer
to the cultivated border,
i see you in the ashy cloud,
stirring dry earth up
into dust, as you plow under
what you wouldn't bear.
you straddle a row, hips
cocked back, grainy kerchief
knotted at your neck.
the crunch and roar of engine
and tines conceal me.
the gritty sweat in fat
blisters on your back
is all the moisture
your garden owns. cast
through the broken dirt
are the vegetables
you'd promised me since seed:
green tomatoes, bitten through
to their juiceless cores, stripped
cobs of knobby corn, flimsy
blackened peppers. flakes
of brown leaf, wiry twists
of vine catch in the hairs
or your flexed arms.
at the garden's end, the machine
rears up, moaning, its teeth
grinding on air. your voice
breaks through, in a tense
steady chant, cursing
the bitter earth, the empty
retentive sky, cursing all
that blisters and withers
and, even tended,
is dry at the heart.
Copyright Frontiers Publishing, Inc. 1994
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