The Slow-Cooked Sentence


Rachael Conlin Levy

Outside my window a small tree bends in the wind. A crow alights in the yard where the marigolds glow like embers against the wet dirt. Across the street a house is suspended in air as a basement is dug beneath it. I collect the owner’s unwanted bricks to line my garden. I’ve dug up the geraniums to take them indoors, which smells smokey from the weekend’s fire. Rain falls inside my home. I kneel beside the hearth and watch drops of water sink into the ashes.

3 responses to “Observations”

  1. Debbie says:

    Nice…love the marigolds/embers simile. Love the socks too – this photograph could have been taken at my house!

  2. I like what you decided to save here, Rachael.

  3. kyndale says:

    That’s cool that the rain drips in your fireplace…

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