← v5n2, Fall 2006Poetry · Volume 5, Number 2
Eden in the Rearview Mirror
Evening, and the river.
The longitudes inside you.
You reach in, pocketing a green furred stone.
Change the river,
you change too.
At first the world was yours but you owned nothing.
Sweet tarnished pears.
Dusty plums.
Now, only ache.
The apple’s broken skin.
Small bitter bite.
You’re sick from this fruit.
What you might need now.
The horizon in you starts to climb.
Up. Away.
Everything left behind
in dust—
The sheer silk of the river wrinkling
salmon-pink in last-ditch sunlight.
You’re already gone.
The way a mountain’s deckled edges disappear in rain.
