Cary's ST.

by Anna Lovering
(Lubbock, TX)

The hours pass and
I take a seat betwixt of
a narrator's feet.

I still see you walk
Through my thoughts,
Pulling a sickle,

Straight thru a sunbeam.
To bend and walk on with
hushed calls, 'Come sift

Your miles and leave an
even day lease
Behind.'Understand,

I don't know this
man, met him once,
sick, in the can.

He left me a photograph
of life his lost
Wife. The man drove

strife with a latch
key knife, empty and
half full of drive,

beyond miles of
Strewn
Nile.