Helen Reenvisions Her Life - Poem by Nina Kossman
This highly unstable love
would appreciate fruitful hearth,
fire stoked by a husband's hand,
dark cakes rising fat in the oven;
years of sameness on a quiet hill,
amid empty lots and inelegant housing;
a staunch cabin withstanding time
even while thoughts change like clouds.
Silence kept fresh in an ancient jar;
the sky unbleached and a wife's vision fair,
while the wind brings young trees into motion.
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