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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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