Jan/Feb 1999 Poetry


by Robert Berry



The peat bricks and
cleft wood
burn lavender

Shadows permeate the solitude

I continue to stoke the small blaze
Lever the firetongs
coax reticent wood
to crackle

A knot spits like a shooting star
extinguishes at my ankles

Out of the window
Over the water
are the rain-stained lights
of another country
The unaltering eye of the lighthouse
                              crabbed to landís end

In the condensation
With my index finger
I write your name
as the tall letters and arrowed heart drip

When the fire grows flames
The pane clouds
and my other country is folded away
under a wrapper of fog

Your companionable blink put out
I walk to my seat
and sit with winter


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