The 2River View | 22.4 (Summer 2018) |
William Walsh My daughter is running her fingers up and down the piano on the geraniums in a terracotta pot I bought these geraniums at Home Depot a few weeks ago watered and weeded them, checking each day for buds. and I’ve been walking around in plaid shorts enjoying what’s left of The Masters—beer in one hand, a nor’easter has swooped down without warning: hot chocolate simmering on the stove. to where Olivia’s fingers are cascading down the keyboard, gliding into the opening of “Come Sail Away” by Styx, Her brothers, sitting at the kitchen table, are arguing I am saving them from the uncertainty of the future. After six days of rain, I have the night to savor, hours where couples walk hand in hand From across the room, I search beyond the guests to the next, until I find the understated white pearls As if hovering in a dream above the gallery, the oaky aroma to dance with her, the dry taste evaporating in the grape, cajole the lingering after-taste—one jokes will find romance. I could step out of myself, pretend and nothing else. Sometimes we know what we shouldn’t know, This is all I have: the flesh William Walsh is the director of the Etowah Valley Low-Residency MFA Program at Reinhardt University. His new collection of poems, Fly Fishing in Times Square, recently won the Cervena Barva Press Editors Series Prize. It will be published in late 2018 or early 2019. website
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