We all have our stories to tell.
The weak and the strong, the rich
And the poor, the old and the young.
Which story do you have to tell, and
From which point-of-view do you wish to person?
Losing water from the beauty of river bank
The One appears in a world
Of blindness traversed by feeling
The leaves on the corn plants and following
The rows, then stumbling through the bean plants,
And wading through the wheat.
The shore beats me to the Salty River
And spills its angled plots of produce
Into the muck of eoned knowledge.
I race like a cloud to see everything
And forget that I am only dissipating.
She waits under the sheet of night,
Upon the bank of the river,
Lying among the reeds,
Naked, wet with sweat, asleep,
Fingernails combing her pubes,
My name upon her lips, the tip
Of her tongue tapping the ‘t’
After the serpent hiss of ‘s’,
The shudder releasing her dream.
Her name is Legend of the Wood
The Lady of the Violets;
Her name, soon to be forgotten.
Stephen Page was born in Detroit, Michigan. He holds two AA’s from Palomar College, a BA from Columbia University, and an MFA from Bennington College. He is the author of “A Ranch Bordering the Salty River,” “The Timbre of Sand” and “Still Dandelions.” His critical essays have appeared regularly in the Buenos Aires Herald, Fox Chase Review, and North of Oxford. He is the recipient of The Jess Cloud Memorial Prize, a Writer-in-Residence with stipend from the Montana Artists Refuge, a Writer Fellowship from the Vermont Studio Center, an Imagination Grant from Cleveland State University, and an Arvon Foundation Ltd. Grant.