The Americana Poetry Consortium

(Ben Greene is a native of Spartanburg, SC. He is married and currently lives near Vancouver, B.C. He's a musician/poet/fiction writer with publication credits that include Greensboro Review, Vanderbilt Poetry Review, Now & Then, Denver Quarterly, The Small Farm, Crucible, and others.)

Reflection

The whole earth seemed to be just
at room temperature
during those some-odd days.

Domestic arias unwound
from storm-rinsed windows.
Hounds and cats conspired.

Each cloud was an invitation
for reflection, the lake
it floated on.

And on we floated, scudding
the clear water of our journeys,
separately, indivisible.

A scrap of torn paper, a photograph,
fragments of days remembered,
reckonings in our wake.

Those days our hearts were stripped:
hand-rubbed wood, wind-polished stone,
grief in the grain and sorrow in the strata,

though the transient nights we weathered in song.

for Larry Blythe

©Jim Clark/Ben Greene

 
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