Miracle for a Painting
plums have been falling
all summer
ripening under the
remaining heft of
unfettered branches
never tasted
now sweetly rotten
lumped like toads
storms bring that
sinking premature dark
on the drive home
flies stir like gossip
wait for me
and hover close
to the ground
the buzz fills my shoes
the sky redone
a wide
sun warms me in
an instant
and I see
her painted face in a contour of rainwater
gathered at the rut
plums have been falling
all summer
ripening under the
remaining heft of
unfettered branches
never tasted
now sweetly rotten
lumped like toads
storms bring that
sinking premature dark
on the drive home
flies stir like gossip
wait for me
and hover close
to the ground
the buzz fills my shoes
the sky redone
a wide
sun warms me in
an instant
and I see
her painted face in a contour of rainwater
gathered at the rut
The Model
I would like to have you sit in those
cupped jean shorts fitfully smiling
as a wandering eye brushes
your knee and winks closer
you talk about being seventeen
if I knew you then your hair
still tawny but maybe
not pulled back
would we still be friends
somehow you're dancing wild circles
crushing the empty bell of my heart
thumbing where your favorite
ex-husband's ring still itches
sometimes when you are
making love to the new boyfriend
but here you are without
him his name
a whispered amen in the usual beginning
you raise your steepled back
tall in the sky of my night
offer me penance
of your mouth curve
pulsing with laughter
taut in your smile I am bowed
as helianthus in the night hours
how I want you how the hope that
stirs me to touch
aches through my hands
About Mary Alice Endicott:
Mary Alice Endicott is a student living in Elizabethtown, Kentucky. Originally from North Carolina, she plays the mandolin & sings in the ECTC choristers while not studying, painting, writing, or trying to find a job.
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