Knight’s images are rich and abundant as she offers up a glimpse
of her place in time. — Barbara Hamby
& then in conversation that lasts
until the lot empties at 4 a.m. —
the deserted gravel,
the smoke-fed glow
of streetlights tracing
a fretted terrain,
like mars.
hydrangea wilting,
cats napping in the shade,
the last gardenia,
its brownish petals
soon to scatter,
late morning birds
cast single notes
lazily into the pines —
summer is ready
to saturate us with searing
heat & glorious light.
When we were not speaking,
I wondered how to tell you without words
where I was going, how I would walk
outside and breathe slowly to catch my heart before it raced into the swamp of singing
that prowls about us.