The bedroom window closed against the
my love is far away,
far away the impulse of our first embrace.
a bird the river carved
with chilling hands.
Autumn leaves kiss earth;
the old woman still tightens
balanced, thinning lips.
Misery cannot stifle
Time, but we, their field,
our need for ease revealed,
can give the press and eyeful.
Eagle, wolf, and dark
deploy where we have been,
to taste the final spark.
Copyright © 2009 Dirk
Nouhuys is a native of Berkeley with a BA from
Stanford in creative writing and an MA from Columbia in
contemporary literature. He is married with three grown
children. He worked for decades as a tech writer and
manager. A few years ago Ihedevoted full time to
fiction. He writes short stories, some
experimental forms, and occasionally verse, but mostly
novels, which have been published only in excerpts or
serially. About 50 items of fiction and a few poems have
appeared in literary or general magazines. He
occasionally publishes photography.