Audio Poem: “The Lady Down the Street”

Year written: 2005
Collection:  The Loosing of Clocks

The Lady Down the Street

She waits for death and it will not come
(with its grace and majesty
somehow inevitable)
each day a wait
beside her cane
sometimes wheelchair she waits,
fleeing through each moment briefly
as though it were a spectacle
put on specially for her,
shocked that each yet passes
rather than magically stand still
for a lark.
And it will not come
as she daily slumps
bag of bones
in an heirloom couch
searching the muddy corners
of each dark room
in her dark house
for promises the years made to her
and then forgot:
kisses in stairwells
and gilded book-pages
alive now only
where one wall
meets another
in muted history.
And it will not come
on summer noons
surveying her finite square of tulips and tomatoes,
working the breathing soil
with bare hands.
Seed in, flower out. Weeding to be done.
As she watches, still things grow,
are born, die when they are ready.
But not her,
having been planted in too-fertile ground,
growing for so long
the sun scorches her hair.
And it will not come for her,
while she pleads ceaselessly
with passive faith,
active desire.

2 Responses to “Audio Poem: “The Lady Down the Street””

  1. Very profound. How do you know this, you of so few years? You’ve lived a few lifetimes in your short visit so far, I think. Your insights to others is amazing.

    • sethdellinger Says:

      Why thank you dear. :) It’s just like writing fiction, really, and imagining the inner workings of others. You are too kind!

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