Are dreams from water?
A man counts four river rocks.
Where is a young wife?
Four cats sleeping in a barn;
newly washed rags for bedding.
His hands are burl wood;
whittling tools are by his side.
His hair is graying;
old coveralls of denim.
She sings him her heart
as wind blows through cabin cracks.
Where do her thoughts go
that he should search through thistle?
Her apron is snug,
her black hair wrapped in a bun.
The woman is hard to please.
Walnut wood is shaped,
honed--gut strings attached.
The gift of music?
A right-handed instrument
might be played using both hands.
Who needs weeds, or love--
star-thistle, or a young wife?
The man strives with both.
Carol Louise Moon is a Simulated Client Actor, and a poet who has work published in Suisun Valley Review (CA), California Quarterly, Everything Stops and Listens (Ohio), Time of Singing (PA), Peeking Cat Poetry Mag (UK) and Sacramento Voices Anthologies.
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