Issue #33, June, 2003 : -- 1 -2 -3 -4 -5 -6 -7 -8 -9 -10 -11 -12
Return -- Next

Linda Monacelli-Johnson: Vigil

1 Not far from where the kingfisher rattled past Whitman last year, I lie in wait to see the ragged yet regal crest on a head like a baby's, large for the body--with a hue not brilliant, as in other lands, but that of faded bluejeans. Maybe the prosperous river will guide the halcyon's flight again; this time I'll be ready, alert as Alcyone scanning the sea for her husband. Meanwhile, water ouzels tease me, and butterflies coax their Italian name from my memory: farfalle, also those who are fickle. Then--too blue and with baseball cap, instead of crown-- Whitman appears, having crossed to the other bank on someone's overturned, rock-anchored rowboat.

Thompson Peak (detail) Whitman Johnson full image

Return -- Next
Issue #33, June, 2003 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.