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Waiting for the Heat to Break into Rain

Michael McGriff

Bindweed lies flat in the ditch.
The whole county has water on the knee.
I wire my shadow to a fence.
I hear the pattern for a burial dress move through the sky.
A child pulls a shad from still water.
If only I could unsee the marquee of his face.
The molted head falls apart in his hands.
from the book ETERNAL SENTENCES / University of Arkansas Press