KATHRYN MACDONALD
Yellow Pottery
Snow clings to shadows
along the Moira River
where mallards, egrets,
and a Great Blue seek
the early run of fingerlings
along the weedy shore.
My icy fingers fumble the cd
into the slot – Michael Occhipinti
playing Bruce Cockburn –
a bit of jazz in the afternoon.
Yellow wine in yellow pottery.
The absence of you fills the room,
a small club on the south shore,
Detroit’s skyline reflected in the river,
a quartet, old men, in the corner,
I didn’t know what time it was
flowing in long, yellow notes,
we swayed, danced, oblivious.
Yellow wine in yellow pottery,
the absence of you, another river.
Note: “I Didn’t Know What Time it Was,” a Rodgers and Hart song.