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WINDING ROAD
Elizabeth St Jacques
Yu Chang


cold Christmas day
from the winding country road
the shiver of sleigh bells

through the frosted window
the woodstove's faint glow

this ancient land . . .
scent of fish upon the spit
a distant drum beating

between fallen stones
the flick of a snake's tongue

light streaming
to the slumped strawman
. . . orange moon

beyond the barbed wire
a lone coyote's howl

breaking the silence
a crow settles
on the power line

bright sparks
as he brushes my dark hair

dimly silhouetted
on the paper screen
his cupped hands

little sisters
taste each other's ice-cream cone

wet kisses
cover her face
the new puppy

a different world
through this flecked black veil

unfolding dreams
a night-blooming cereus
on the moonlit deck

from the evening pond
throaty echoes

unlit cave
her smile
disappears

goosebumps everywhere -
David Copperfield

wire thin
tiny fingers weaving
forget-me-nots

Grandma shuffles to the door
- my May basket

from a neighbor's house,
pink insulation tuft
the raven's beak

on the campaign poster
a graffiti artist at work

her small pink tongue
at the corner of her mouth -
cutting a paper doll

father and son
not of the same cloth

now smooth and clean
the old junkyard
. . . heavy snow

skiing on Main Street
in jacket and tie

he endures
the Saturday night crowd
- famous Greek cheesecake

alone at last
with his childhood sweetheart

neglected grave
outside the cemetery fence
we leave fresh cedar twigs

the yellow ribbon
- her tear-streaked face

crescent moon . . .
i stay September chill
with a warm croissant

no turkey for Thanksgiving
aboard the Orient Express

wind blown leaves
at the back door
a stray cat's cry

suitcases packed
son hugs me one more time

traffic jam -
a tank truck
spilling milk

old-timer's constant smile
- new dentures

cracked clay
at the edge of the pond
dandelions in bloom

after heavy rains
the double rainbow


December 2, 1997 - March 2, 1999

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