A Few Days After the Equinox
You prepare for the first freeze and what you cannot save. Persephone returned, the chill back in her bones. Eurydice did not.
You travel across oceans, to Bali and Istanbul, waves of faces you haven’t met.
In the markets, baskets of spice, fruit with names that feel strange in your mouth.
At home, you watch your garden grow dingy in its dirt, withered at the season’s end.
This is where you close the door, light the stove while the moon teases outside.
In photographs you keep those you have lost, memories tilled in better stretches,
grown against the frost.
The winter wind will bring
too much of the past to tend. But plant a cold-weather harvest—carrots and kale. Sow a little light for later.
From: Joannie Stangeland (joannieks@msn.com)
Sent: Fri 12/14/07 12:51AM To:
llgg2@hotmail.com
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Facts About
the Author born in Paterson
...would have died in Totowa ...lived in Queens ...currently resides in the Hudson Valley

My refrigerator, 1984
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The Paterson Falls,
1959

My TV Set, 1994
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My Grandmother, Great-Grandmother & Great-Great-Grandmother (with Uncle Ralph) Compobasso, Italy 1906.

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