| New Hampshire Writers |
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| "The Measurement Of Time And Distance" by Anne Trotter |
From here in the desert, I remember the snow. I remember scraping my fingers on the stones As I climbed in the mountains. I remember cold water dripping from the ice on the dark pines On my hair, down the back of my shirt And one still moment in the evening when the clouds were reflected under the dark water, like slow- drifting fish. My heart's in half, wanting your pine-needles and wintergreen But living in the hot red dust. I lie awake and dream of clouds when the sky is clear, And of stinging snow when the summer sun is blinding. And I wonder if I were to come home, Would I dream of the desert? Or would I be at last content, with your cold stone heart in my chest again? |