Fall 2012
Table of Contents - Vol. VIII, No. 3
Poetry Fiction Translations Reviews
Geoffrey Anderson
The perfect match
keeps to a book
as her sisters, one by one,
leave the house,
a scent of ash,
pulses of shadows
unraveled on the roof.
The red-head sleeps
until a cough of thunder,
a search for candles
and a storm, who paints
the porch and steps
into the living room
to invite her out
to dance, hesitant
to blow a single
kiss.
© Geoffrey Anderson