Joyce Sutphen Never Poems
- 1. Crossroads
The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
- 2. The Aunts
I like it when they get together
and talk in voices that sound
like apple trees and grape vines,
- 3. Sometimes Never
Talking, we begin to find the way into
our hearts, we who knew no words,
words being a rare commodity
in those countries we left behind.
- 4. The Exam
It is mid-October. The trees are in
their autumnal glory (red, yellow-green,
orange) outside the classroom where students