By Susan Stewart
Alack Alas
Hammer to a copper bowl,
someone left the light on.
Touch against the thin wrist
skin, and back again, and back
again. Can't find the vein.
Alack A Day
Stiffing a filigree leaf, ribs
align in alternity. Drop
me a line, I am leaving—
the har-dee-har men come soon.
And once they are here, they are.
A Daisy
Soon the alterations are finished;
she mends where fray yields to fringe.
Wet thread creaks the slit like
chalk on a board. There's
no sense closing your ears.
Lackadaisical
You're just like the other, someone
said. I hear you, but where
are my shoes? I've looked every
where. I've looked high and low
and my feet are cold, and bare.
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Daniel is home for a week on spring break! Paul worked from home so that after lunch we could go pick him up. It was cooler than the past several days and drizzling in College Park, but that didn't stop me from walking over to the farm, where the horses were in the front paddock near the sheep and lambs, letting people pet them while they stuck their teeth through the fence to try to eat the grass growing outside it. The sheep had a dilemma, since they didn't want to be out in the rain but they really didn't want to be inside the barn where students were cleaning, so they kept racing back and forth.
We drove home past hundreds of flowering trees and hung out for a couple of hours before going to my parents' for dinner, which was delayed for a few minutes so we could watch the end of the Missouri-Norfolk State shocker (and yay Lehigh for getting Duke out of there; now I just need someone to knock off UNC). I posted a review of Deep Space Nine's "The Siege", though at this point after the new Nikita we've watched several episodes from the fifth season which is where Daniel and I left off watching after winter break. I love how politically relevant the show seems now, even more so than when it aired. The cats are quite happy to have both boys home and so am I.
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