|to break her fall
Mother, yesterday, fell to an
cosmetic perhaps, but believably painful.
For the puppy in
her arms, she found it hard
to break her fall.
In all its pine
tree landscaped glory, the world
has always been just the right depth
Shallow cement steps caught her face,
the eye a bruise,
the nose a curdled cut.
Perhaps she has Europe in
Perhaps astronomy lies beneath her eyes in 9 o'clock
She is a fan of the red wine.
She is a darling,
slightly built, brilliant-grinned, overwounded darling.
$75 a month
in her first married apartment.
She believed in scouring the
for brightly lit articles of jewels,
laughter in pods falling
The evasion of distance is lying in wait.
the manual, mother.
The younger ones will present to you a great