Cataract

thistle stalks with silvery thorns
not yet turned iron in the summer heat
the  explosion of a buckeye’s start

poppies close up after hours
helicopters go on a spree
a robin squats in a squirrel’s nest

weekenders no longer
melt in the distance leaving her
drenched in her own mist

getting steady with a walking stick
as though there were no distance
between here and there,

as though clouds
not cataracts
covered the sun

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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