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Published in: America, Carolina Quarterly, English Journal, Southern Review, Georgia Journal, Elk River Review
Books: South By Cadlelight, Ceremony of Names, Devil's Wine
That green fruit, a bitter persimmon,
hard as our young bodies
in childhood and early marriage,
has become this ripe gold
I savor now,
a sweetness on my tongue.
I stand tonight alone in this autumn garden
and hear the locusts' undulating whirr,
a late bird's call.
A crescent moon hangs like a scythe in the tree.
How I wish you were here.
Only the breeze touches my hair.
from Ceremony of Names, Druid Press, 1990