Poetry  June 2012 | issue 438

Small-Town Autumn

by Donna Steiner

DONNA STEINER’s writing has been published in Fourth Genre, Shenandoah, and Stone Canoe, and she is a contributing writer for Hippocampus Magazine. She teaches at the State University of New York at Oswego and recently completed a manuscript of linked essays.

Spilt dusk light on the river,
silver as mercury.

It’s not art
until you mention it;

not art, I heard, until you
notice the ache in it.

Every car thunks a loose
manhole cover on Main Street.

A flagless flagpole clinks its cord.

One fat cumulus billows like
the great robes of
bishops;

the untaut screens of porch doors
undulate in the breeze. And what

goes on behind those doors
goes on.

 

 

 

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