This poem is taken from PN Review 235, Volume 43 Number 5, May - June 2017.
Madame Martin and I
Madame Martin and I
Madame Martin will throw back her shutters at eight
one-arm scoop up sun
she will brush her hair on the stoop using a small pane
as a mirror
cap of hair like a well-scoured pot
bobbing a little
like the branch the goldfinch swooped off
Monsieur Martin died last summer no
last last summer
a quiet man
who liked to do chores round the yard
spray the roses
who liked to paint his garden gate green
every summer
leafy leafy forest green
...
Madame Martin will throw back her shutters at eight
one-arm scoop up sun
she will brush her hair on the stoop using a small pane
as a mirror
cap of hair like a well-scoured pot
bobbing a little
like the branch the goldfinch swooped off
Monsieur Martin died last summer no
last last summer
a quiet man
who liked to do chores round the yard
spray the roses
who liked to paint his garden gate green
every summer
leafy leafy forest green
...
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