By Anne Whitehouse
A faint breeze
ruffles
the last leaves
on the trees,
and a parade of
dead leaves
skids over the
dry dock,
light enough to
float
over the
surface of the quarry
with its deep,
dark waters.
The sky has
opened up,
beautiful and
terrible.
It is time to
go.
Anne Whitehouse is the author of three collections of poetry: The
Surveyor's Hand, Blessings and Curses, and Bear in Mind, and a novel,
Fall Love. Her poetry, short stories, essays, reviews, and articles have
been widely published. She is a graduate of Harvard and Columbia.
Please visit her website, www.annewhitehouse.com.
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