On Grey Rock Place
Her scent no longer on your face attests
the word apartment is no accident —
…..it’s parceling, like beans from squash
…..or like the homebound from the lost.
As gardens, so with rooms: and yet upon
this whisking of tea powder in a bowl
…..until the conjured swirl displays
…..the roily froth of all our days,
consider, when our children see the crush
of fragrant yarrow on our backs and shins,
…..how in telling plain and glad
…..we might profess the myriad
reckonings of love, that from a fall
when everything, impossibly, is spring,
…..this place, since from bereavement taken,
…..may canopy the paths of the forsaken.
About the author
Greg Sendi is a Chicago writer and former fiction editor at Chicago Review. His stories and poetry have appeared in a number of literary magazines and online outlets, including recently Apricity, CONSEQUENCE, Plume, Pulp Literature, upstreet and a piece recently in the ’emerging writers’ collection of The Masters Review.
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