Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Until Then

First Grade
appleby Ron Koertge

Until then, every forest
had wolves in it, we thought
it would be fun to wear snowshoes
all the time, and we could talk to water.

So why is this woman with the gray
breath calling out names and pointing
to the little desks we will occupy
for the rest of our lives?

 

From American Life in Poetry: Column 230