Saturday, November 6, 2010

Cellar Remains


Playmates won't slide down this cellar 
door. It is gone like the house above. 
Rocks split on the grain 
were dry stacked flush 
by hard hands.
 An artist holding hammer 
and chisel raised the puzzle 
one row at a time. 
Small rocks 
fill empty spaces
big ones balancing careful 
until corners meet 
woven and strong. 
This cool dark hole 
preserved harvest well
until the long winter was done.
Homestead wives 
went down stairs outside 
to the store around 
   the corner  
         their porch. 


  1. Do you know I actually sang that? Lovely.

  2. Well-written, Kathleen. Would be lovely to hear it read aloud.


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