Wild Goose Poetry Review, No 34, Spring 2018
DAYS LIKE THIS
The days passed like this, each one so much alike that time broke only at the seasons.
—Sanora Babb, Whose Names Are Unknown.
She sweeps
the floor three times
a day, across bare pine,
the same scraping white of all flesh
to bone.
Alone—
black wind blusters,
whispers, moans, beleaguered
by its own incessant blowing—
she sweeps.
The leach,
the bristle rasp,
the scratch of sand grains’ past
yawing gaps of wizened wood, hers
alone.
Bio: Jamie Elliott Keith has recent work in Rust + Moth, The James Dickey Review, The Pikeville Review, and forthcoming in Appalachian Heritage and The Cape Rock. Her first chapbook, Past the Edge of Blue, was released in October 2017 by Iris Press.
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