Rose Maria Woodson

Rose Maria Woodson‘s other work has appeared in Melusine, Oyez Review, Wicked Alice and Paradigm.

plumb line

the house   the body   comes to at the   end
of   a long   shift   dogs barking clock ticking
like a knife slicing ripe night rind nothings
you’d imagine you would imagine stark
bark a dry tall giant withering still
is nothing like this slow growing flower
fluttering perennial green whispers
purring in a darkness not totally
stretching in & out of the yawning high
way wrapped in gray halving the whole world in
here & there then & now moonlit pumpkins
curl around the smallest seeds even now
rough vines live for the   slow holding growing
shadows   on the house the body   comes   to

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