The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poem Thread, 8/26/07 Bonus

[BlueIris]

"The Road Back"

The car is heavy with children
tugged back from summer,
swept out of their laughing beach,
swept out while a persistent rumor
tells them nothing ends.
Today, we fret and pull
on wheels, ignore our regular loss
of time, count crows and others,
while the sun moves over
like an old albatross
we must not count or kill.

There is no word for time.
Today, we will not think
to number another summer
oro watch its white bird into the ground.
Today, all cars,
all fathers, all mothers, all
children and lovers will
have to forget
about that thing in the sky
going around
like a persistent rumor
that will get us yet.

—Anne Sexton

[Callalily]

1. I too do not

want to think of summer's end.

[I Have A Dream]

2. Thanks, BI! n/t

[BlueIris]

3. Kick.

[wildhorses]

4. i like her stuff --

:hi:

[BlueIris]

6. Anne Sexton is *cool.*

[ThomCat]

5. Bah. Summer is just another time of the year.

And it's a very uncomfortable time of year. x(