POETRY  by Eric Hoffman




from Threnody, page 7
Petaluma, 2006


Heat washes the bright world,
Rain falls in the distinct way rain falls

In summer on marble and grass.
I smile because or despite exhaustion

From your countless peculiarities,
Your love of cemeteries least among them.

In your laughter distances recede
Until at last your laughter fades,

Its disappearance an aspect of perfection.
Small ratios of understanding

Do not have the weight of monuments
In grass. It is rather the way grass bends

Beneath the weight or light succumbs,
Grown dark and lush in summer rain.





Cover offset printed on 80-pound Sawgrass; text paper on cream linen. To see an enlargement of the cover, click on image above.

36 pages