All along the Saw Mill River Parkway,
a season turns inward to meet its operation,
pumpkins spawn lattes, muffins,
globes of yellow mums line driveways,
a Revolutionary War hamlet stolen in the 1600’s
for a cache of blankets and wampum,
once filled with baggage and artillery wagons,
cars commute to and from New York City,
a black mustache drawn at the Hudson’s mouth
to catch in-bound traffic from free-falling.

Maples wrap branches around my rib cage,
a trap of orange and gold leaves filter translucent light,
and like an unsuspecting moth, I’m sucked in,
walk along Croton Reservoir without a map,
later drive my sister to her doctor’s appointment,
a drunken doll, one leg stutters on the kitchen floor,
the other from a knee replacement;
she’s the oldest and now titanium,
goes to physical therapy
where aluminum walkers spell doors open.

Today our middle sister has placed her husband in a nursing home
fighting the battle of guilt and loyalty, for years
in paralysis until she flattened her ant hill with sparrows.
This morning Patsy did my hair, her twenty year-old son
somewhere in the Middle East, which is to say I’m drifting down,
waiting in line to pay for a 300-capsule jar
of fish oil at the CVS register.
A man ahead of me can’t find his debit card.
People Mag says a certain movie star can’t wait to become a mom.
Milkweed pods along the roadway spew silk seeds.

Links to My Work

Two Places: Cross the Bay Bridge to Oakland, California and walk the bayous of Louisiana
Price(USD): $15.00

About Lenore Weiss

Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
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