"between us and the river"
Joanna Sondheim

between us and the river

                V., heavy-lidded, her shocked companion.


if there were horses, either stock-still or backwards in flight,

a shimmering at in our favorite hour, an automobile has arrived. 


as a result, the ladies sleep and pale.


                through evening’s sultry sediments,

V.’s fingers follow where the light goes.

                or the rumor of appearance?


the shriek is humored, the wail less so.


upon returning, our plot of land and the house’s movements across it.


V. suggests there’s been a change.


if this is the wind, we’ll start with Mister __, his courage is astounding.

by his faulty stature, his feeble feet. V. tying and tripping, giggles at the loss.