A fly sticks to a strip, its life work.
In Hidden Acres, the town’s new development,
a man tests a chain saw
against a hunk of tree.
I drive the long way around
anything that reminds me
easy sweets, the greasy,
screaming open all night restaurants
of my middle-aged blood.
A motorcycle cuts across
the day’s pale lawn
leaving behind an empty helmet,
its rider passed into oblivion.
In my daughter’s room
sand dollar chimes drop onto the windowsill
while two hermit crabs
inch toward a damp sponge,
a bright green peace sign painted on one shell,
a Harley flame on the other.
A founding editor of Four Way Books, Dzvinia Orlowsky currently teaches at the Solstice Low-Residency MFA in Creative Writing of Pine Manor College. Her fourth poetry collection, Convertible Night, Flurry of Stones is forthcoming from Carnegie Mellon University Press. She received a 2006 Pushcart Prize in poetry. (9/2006)