Michelle Brittan Rosado
Evening Walk, 2020
The night gardener’s watering
concentrates on the roses’
shadows. A coyote, starved
by summer, lowers
his head to the gutter.
An invisible constellation
of points measuring six feet
extends from everything:
the web spun from windowsill
to banister, flickering
under the porch light.
Author’s note: The poems in this series all use the image of a window as their starting point, some in the title itself and others more peripherally. I’ve been thinking of this symbol a lot lately — as a portal for wonder in childhood, an aperture to others’ lives during the pandemic, a view of the world outside after giving birth and spending those early days indoors. These poems may not have come into existence without the invitation to contribute to The Fresno 15, and I am endlessly grateful to the MFA program for my years there and the deep sense of community I’ve carried with me since graduating in 2011. Thank you for reading and for supporting the Larry Levis Memorial Scholarship.
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