This poem is taken from PN Review 62, Volume 14 Number 6, July - August 1988.
Poems'That moment during fever'
That moment during fever
when bodies leave their beds
and walk away along a yellow road.
Everything familiar: dust and stones,
fields of grass, the distance
smudged with pines.
The colours drawn from memory
perhaps; the birdsong
carried from the dark of curtained rooms,
but this is always here:
empty road; a shiver in the grass;
walking shadow; distance smudged with rain.
Dregs
Slow rain, black as pepper,
sprinkled on the windows.
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