Tier 3

music / / poetry / / philosophy / / -ology by Nick Courtright

The Wednesday Poem: “July”

In her sleep she wades through an orchard.
Grass high against her legs. The day is a cactus.


She needs little for happiness, but the apples
are just out of reach. In a dream her face is glass.


Patience can be a grave virtue, to give in. Somnus,
to sleep. She feels she’s been here for weeks.


For a month the creekbed has been dry. Unbroken
but getting there fast, she walks the tracks.


Morning: the trestle shakes beneath her feet.
Her face is the same as glass falling from the sky.


Something small is just out of reach. It’s July.
She’s been longing for more. It’s long been July.


[this poem, in slightly different fashion, originally appeared in the Summer 2007 issue of Harpur Palate]


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