DUSK: A HONEYMOON

Cassidy Street

The rattling 

bones

 

of the Amish

farmer’s

 

wagon—

please tell us

 

it is time

for rest.

 

The old red-brick 

will settle its 

 

rheumatic limbs,

fluff its nest,

 

guard

its secrets. 

 

In the navel

of the church-yard

 

the whippoorwill

wails long-faded

 

surnames off

moldering tombs.

 

Into the creek

drop the moon’s

 

hallowed wings,

feather

 

by feather.

If she is full,

 

& very, very still,

the white heron 

 

trills of

woodlands

 

clinging to

stars:

 

wild, virgin-blushing

& fertile. 

Cassidy Street is a teacher and librarian’s assistant from Falkner, Mississippi. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Gone Lawn, Visitant Lit, the Scarlet Leaf Review, Five on the Fifth, and elsewhere. He is working on his first book of poetry, The Horse & Amber’s Ghost.