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Tuesday, April 07, 2015

“April in the Berkshires”- William Matthews

William Matthews’s “April in the Berkshires”:

Dogs skulk, clouds moil and froth, humans

begin to cook—butter, a blue waver of flame,

chopped onions. A styptic rain stings grit and soot

from the noon air. Here and there, like the mess

after a party, pink smudgily tinges the bushes,

but they’ll be long weeks of mud and sweaters

before a finch dips and percolates through

the backyard air like the talk of old friends.

It feels like the very middle, the exact

fulcrum of our lives. Our places wait for us

in the yard, like shadows furled in bud.

On the chill wands of the forsythia pale

yellow tatters wave. How long has Mr. Forsyth

Been dead? Onto the lawn we go.

Lights, camera, action: the story of our lives.

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