BOB ARNOLD
EDGE OF LAND
What overtakes me more —
The blue of the sea or her dress
Raised, wading, high above her knees
THE WOODCUTTER TALKS
Long before the great ships at sea
There were the deep inland forests
I stand in one today knee-deep in snow
10 degrees with a wind
My saw shut-down
Oil freeze to bar and gloves
Listening awhile to the ships at sea
The long groaning waves
High high
Above me
FLOATING WORLD
It was a dreamy time for you and me
The weather said so
The pair of windows that opened like shutters
The easy turn of the latch
Through the opening light dazzled
Something like your hair
Many years married I loved you like
A young girl from behind
A small bird with flashing orange wings
Sang from a tree that grew to our window
In this hut we built with our own hands
Some would call it a fairytale
These days pass by as light becomes darkness
There is next to nothing to show for it
SLY
By truck we were
Heading home the same
Time we saw fox heading
Home by the side of the road
Muddy legs like quick
Moving boots he made
His way and I swear
We looked at him
And he looked at us
And the Earth was whole
Bob Arnold has for decades worked from Longhouse in Vermont with Susan along a very cold woods river in the winter that gentles out by June. His books of poetry and prose have been issued since 1974. His most recent book of poems Hiking Down From A Hillside Sky will be released from Bull Thistle Press in Jamaica, Vermont come spring.
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