THE BLACK VALLEY POEMS

WINDOW I

the window sees
trees black as tar
& smoke from the furnace

neither close nor far

the window sees reflections
in tangerine & cobalt blue

alternating between my face & yours

the smell of kerosese
& the light of a flickering flame

such are the things that occur
late at night & just out of sight

her toughts lie cold on cold linen

a clenched fist
& a small cut
just below her ring