Kate Northrop
The Visitor - Poem by Kate Northrop
Down the hill, in the field of sweet alfalfa, they're
freezing each other, the children
playing tag and I'm up at the house, I'm
in the picture window, thin
and distant like the glimpse
of a surfacing fish. What dark waters
the house is, behind me, settling
into evening. Dusk
and there are, of course, fireflies. Tell me,
what was your name? When you visited once,
by the backroad where the stones glowed pale
in the moonlight, I was too young, I still thought
I belonged to the world. But now
quartered in this house, watching the neighbors' children
turn to dusk, I feel
I'm ready. Come back
and bring your finest wine, the oldest bottle.
Bring that strange dusty book you were reading.
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The book made us both sneeze, dusk has faded to San unannounced moon, we settle, and swish our cups, hoping...iip (Report) Reply