"verbalis" (Latin), relating to or in the form of words ::::: "virga," a mass of streaks of rain appearing to hang under a cloud and evaporating before reaching the ground
17 March 2007
Leaves Dry
What is the sound of her sweeping?
Leaves dry as an Egyptian desert rattled by invisible wind
Scarved,
gloved,
smocked,
an ancient Russian woman scrapes her giant witch’s broom around like a magic wand
Light as ash the leaves swirl and toss until
against their will
she surrounds them
Conquered they huddle
Her oversized dust pan lifts and stuffs them into the old pram
now pregnant with leaves
Swollen, it overhangs it wheels
As the conquered are subdued and gathered
Their compatriots swirl beneath her feet
Though she torments them with broom and dust pan, they continue to come at her
She dominates, but never triumphs
What is the sound of her sweeping?
It is sunrise awakening a new day
The beating of rugs
The milkman's call
Voices echoing in the courtyard
A fall day in Central Asia
Only the morning is fresh
By nightfall
Overcome by the smoke of leaves burning
We shut the windows to keep it out
October 2003
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