The Innisfree Poetry Journal

by John Bush

Like Hopper's "Sun in an Empty Room"
The light slips between green curtains and
Rectangles across three pictures on the wall,
And in these she strolls out down a gravel road--
She's on the tray of the world
Her tiny fingers wrapped around twigs of Mountain Laurel,
Those flowers of a perfect geometry,
Flowers like stars with five points of lightness.
Her hair curls like taffy, swings as she walks,
Tumbles in on itself the way water falls.
And she watches the outside of the road
Running her eye along the horizon
Walking into the distance of the world
With the breeze folded neatly in the palms
Of her hands.

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