Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label aging. Show all posts

Monday, December 20, 2010

Jewel

Though I am 8

Though I am 8, my father is 63 years old.
He drinks concoctions of chickweed, garlic, and ordinary
grass
pulled out of the front lawn. He blends it with
a machine that wakes me every morning.
It makes a loud growl. He is worried, I think,
he won’t make it to my high school graduation.

Outside, winter swallows my footsteps
as quickly as they are laid,
which makes me cry.

From A Night Without Armor : Poems

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Rae Armantrout

Generation

We know the story.

She turns
back to find her trail
devoured by birds.

The years; the
undergrowth

From American Hybrid