DINNER IN AUTUMN
*This piece was purchased and has been published elsewhere, however I retain the rights.
A work bell pushed a peal and she
She ran fourteen blocks onward home
Home where they agreed to meet
Meat and candied beets, repast’s entity
Hurried home where she longed for him
Long foreign doorbell hummed at eight-oh-ten
(ate meat and candied beets)
He came nodding with his sly fox style
Smile, but do not touch her amber hair
Her hair not done and those are hot rollers
Hot, rolled her onto the stair
A wolf feasted on meat and candied beets
Eight weeks later he took his leave
Leaves and grass and hands gather round
Rounded belly thrum and beats
Beets, sugared, and warm meet
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mary june brown 