Behind my house a cock
crows, boisterous, proud;
hens cluck and peck, unfazed.
From the window I watch
A gaudy buoy bob, gamely
Marking its vacant anchor.
His wine glass, smudged and empty,
Leaves a pale ring
On mahogany.
Life, ardent and disorderly,
Stanches the hemorrhaging
Of my concave heart.
The cock crows;
The buoy bobs;
The glass dries.
crows, boisterous, proud;
hens cluck and peck, unfazed.
From the window I watch
A gaudy buoy bob, gamely
Marking its vacant anchor.
His wine glass, smudged and empty,
Leaves a pale ring
On mahogany.
Life, ardent and disorderly,
Stanches the hemorrhaging
Of my concave heart.
The cock crows;
The buoy bobs;
The glass dries.
Janice F. Booth is a writer and teacher. Jan’s poetry is included in The Song In the Room: Six Women
Poets, The Antioch Poetry Retreat: a Gathering of Poets, The Road Beneath Our Feet and periodicals,
including S/He Speaks and Avocet. As a journalist she writes a monthly “Gardens” column.
Poets, The Antioch Poetry Retreat: a Gathering of Poets, The Road Beneath Our Feet and periodicals,
including S/He Speaks and Avocet. As a journalist she writes a monthly “Gardens” column.
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