Summer 1990 • Vol. XII No. 3 Poetry |

The Other

Out of the flux of light         talk, coming and going      naturally the one woman thinks       she's just trying to comfort    the other woman who is silent, grim         striding next to her on the path        beside the creek, through dappled               brief woods    in the shocked aftermath of death         why should she bother to come back, take up the distant fingers          of living again? Babbling beside silly        fresh creek water the first     knows perfectly well how foolish              maybe even impertinent          it may be      to keep going on and on       as the other must,   nudging her gently, When       will the kids be coming home from school?  But what else can she do,        with the lea

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