“Alone on the River”

by Codi Graham & Alex Fiscus

She's finicky.

Hand in a slack fist,

Rendering hard-eyed expressions.

Her bright almond face

Would make grown men stagger.

Along the sandy stretch of yard,

To the live oak shade

In the quickening dust,

The smotherly smell of cooking tobacco fade.

The river

Facing the other end

Swirls with mosquitoes.

Sticks at the barn

Drip through the cracks