Just Before the Fall
Robert McDonald

Why not imagine that the dead are always watching?

If wishes were horses, the grass would be flattened with hoof prints and shit.

Think of the red of the maples as a cloak across your shoulders.

Potential, the future and who will ever call you darling?

It's a good myth: resting on the back of a very big turtle.

The rain turned into snow and began to dance in the wind.

Wounded birds and a whole week of rain.

Wheatfields, blades, the play of the sun.

To kiss someone without courtship, without language, without hesitation.

Love like a snowfall, the sad accumulation of one and one and one.

No one but the nurse knew of the deception.

Go through the house and turn off all the lights.

You will be changed into a new kind of flower.